Am I to be blamed?

Theyre chasing me, theyre chasing, no they must not catch me, I have enough money now, yes enough for my starving mother and brothers. Please let me go, let me go home before you imprisoned me. Very well, officers? take me to your headquarters. Good morning captain! no captain, you are mistaken, I was once a good girl, just like the rest of you here. Just like any of your daughters. But time was, when I was reared in slums. But we lived honestly, we lived honestly in life. My, father, mother, brothers, sisters and I. But then, poverty enters the portals of our home. My father became jobless, my mother got ill. The small savings that my mother had kept for our expenses were spent. All for our daily needs and her needed medicine. One night, my father went out, telling us that he would come back in a few minutes with plenty of foods and money, but that was the last time I saw him. He went with another woman. If only I could lay my hands on his neck I would wring it without pain until he breaths no more. If you were in my place, youll do it, wont you Captain? What? you wont still believe in me?. Come and Ill show you a dilapidated shanty by a railroad. Mother, mother Im home, mother? mother?!. There Captain, see my dead mother. Captain? there are tears in your eyes? now pack this stolen money and return it to the owner. What good would this do to my mother now? shes already gone! Do you hear me? shes already gone. Am I to be blamed for the things I have done?

A glass of cold water Everybody calls me young, beautiful, wonderful. Am I? Look at my hair, my lips, my red rosy cheeks and a pair of blinkering eyes. I remember, somebody says that I look like my mother that I look like my mother. But that when she was young. Now, I am much lovelier than she is. Im a mortal Venus. Oops! What time is it? I must get ready for the party! Beep-beep!A-huh! Here they are! Yes, Im coming! "Child, are you still there?" "Hmp! Thats my mama" "Child, are you still there? Will you please get me a glass of cold water?" "Mama, Im in a hurry!" "Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water." "Mama, please, try to get it on your own." "Please child, try to get me a glass of cold water!" At the party, I danced and danced the whole night. You see, I cant leave the party at once. I have to danced with everybody who proposed to me. At last, the party is over. Im very tired. Very, very tired. So, I went home to tell mama what happened. "Mama, Im home! Its very quiet. "Mama, Im home!" Nobody answers.

Where is she? I look for her in the sala, but shes not there. Where is she? A-huh! In the kitchen! I saw my mama, lying down on the floor, dead. With a glass on her hand. I remember, she tried to get it. Oh, God, just for the glass of cold water! Mama! Mama! Oh, Mama!

I may have the looks of Audrey Hepburn, the calmly voice of Nathalie Cole. But thats not what you can see in me. Heres a young girl who needs counsel to enlighten her way and guidance to strenghten her life into contentment. Honorable judge, friends and teachersis this the girl whom you commented a juvenile delinquent?.

Juvenile Delinquent Am I a juvenile delinquent? Im a teenager, Im young, young at heart in mind. In this position, Im carefree, I enjoy doing nothing but to drink the wine of pleasure. I seldom go to school, nobody cares!. But instead you can see me roaming around. Standing at the nearby canto (street). Or else standing beside a jukebox stand playing the nerve tickling bugaloo.Those are the reasons, why people, you branded me delinquent, a juvenile delinquent. My parents ignored me, my teachers sneered at me and my friends, they neglected me. One night I asked my mother to teach me how to appreciate the values in life. Would you care what she told me? "Stop bothering me! Cant you see? I had to dress up for my mahjong session, some other time my child". I turned to my father to console me, but, what a wonderful thing he told me. "Child, heres 500 bucks, get it and enjou yourself, go and ask your teachers that question". And in school, I heard nothing but the echoes of the voices of my teachers torturing me with these words. "Why waste your time in studying, you cant even divide 100 by 5! Go home and plant sweet potatoes".

The face upon the floor The Face Upon the Floor by Hugh Antoine D'Arcy (Source: www.bidaeskwela.blogspot.com) 'Twas a balmy summer evening and a goodly crowd was there, Which well-nigh filled Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square; And as songs and witty stories Came through the open door, A vagabond crept slowly in and posed upon the floor. "Where did it come from?" someone said. "The wind has blown it in." "What does it want?" another cried. "Some whiskey, or rum or gin?" "Here, Toby, sic 'em, if your stomach's equal to the work-I wouldn't touch him with a fork, he's filthy as a Turk." This badinage the poor wretch took with stoical good grace; In fact, he smiled as tho' he thought he'd struck the proper place. "Come, boys, I know there's kindly hearts among so good a crowd--

To be in such good company would make a deacon proud. "Give me a drink--that's what I want... I'm out of funds, you know, When I had cash to treat the gang this hand was never slow. What? You laugh as if you thought this pocket never held a sou; I once was fixed as well, my boys, as any one of you. "There, thanks, that's braced me nicely, God bless you one and all; Next time I pass this good saloon, I'll make another call. Give you a song? No, I can't do that, my singing days are past; My voice is cracked, my throat's worn out and my lungs are going fast. "I'll tell you a funny story, and a fact, I promise, too. Say! Give me another whiskey and I'll tell you what I'll do... That I was ever a decent man not one of you would think; But I was, some four or five years back. Say, give me another drink. "Fill her up, Joe, I want to put some life into my frame-Such little drinks to a bum like me are miserably tame; Five fingers... there, that's the scheme... and corking whiskey, too. Well, here's luck, boys and landlord... my best regards to you. "You've treated me pretty kindly and I'd like to tell you true How I came to be the dirty sot, you see before

you now. As I told you, once I was a man, with muscle, frame, and health, And but for a blunder ought to have made, considerable wealth. "I was a painter, not one that daubed on bricks and wood, But an artist, and for my age, was rated pretty good. I worked hard at my canvas and was bidding fair to rise, For gradually I saw the star of fame before my eyes. "I made a picture perhaps you've seen, 'tis called the 'Chase of Fame'. It brought me fifteen hundred pounds and added to my name, And then I met a woman... now comes the funny part-With eyes that petrified my brain and sunk into my heart. "Why don't you laugh? 'tis funny that the vagabond you see Could ever love a woman and expect her love for me; But 'twas so, and for a month or two, her smiles were freely given, And when her loving lips touched mine, it carried me to Heaven. "Boys, did you ever see a girl for whom your soul you'd give, With a form like the Milo Venus, too beautiful to live; With eyes that would beat the Koh-i-noor and a wealth of chestnut hair? If so, 'twas she, for there never was, another half so fair.

"I was working on a portrait, one afternoon in May, Of a fair-haired boy, a friend of mine, who lived across the way. And Madeline admired it and much to my surprise, Said she'd like to know the man, that had such dreamy eyes. "It didn't take long to know him and before the month had flown My friend had stole my darling, and I was left alone; And ere a year of misery had passed above my head, The jewel I had treasured so had tarnished and was dead. That's why I took to drink, boys. why, I never see you smile, I thought you'd be amused and laughing all the while. Why, what's the matter, friend?... there's a tear-drop in your eye, Come, laugh like me 'tis only babes and women that should cry. "Say, boys, if you give me just another whiskey I'll be glad, And I'll draw right here a picture of the face that drove me mad. Give me that piece of chalk with which you mark the baseball score You shall see the lovely Madeline upon the barroom floor." Another drink, and with chalk in hand, the vagabond began To sketch a face that well might buy, the soul of any man. Then, as he placed another lock upon the shapely head,

With a fearful shriek, he leaped and fell across the picture... dead! Murderess Its already twelve oclock. Oh, God, Im hungry! Ive been running and hiding for almost three days. Im dead tired. I need some rest. But no, they are looking for me! And if they find me, I will be put to jail. But, where can I hide? Leos father is so influential, so powerful. He is the governor of our great province and I happened to kill his son! No, dont accuse me like that! Im not a murderess! Hear me, Im begging you, I tell you Im not a murderess. Audience, let me explain, please. Okay, okay, okay! It all happened in school one day. I went to the library to find a book. Then I found it. I got so engrossed to what I was reading that I almost didnt notice the time. It was gone past six and, oh my! I think I was the only student left in the library. To my dismay, Leo was waiting for me outside. I wanted to hide but it was too late. He was already in front of me. Hi, Brenda! Can I drive you home? I shook my head irritatingly. My God, how I hate him! He often sends me scented love letters in pink stationery which I sent back all unopened. He sends me roses and chocolates, too. They are my favorites. I wanted so much to eat the chocolates, but I hate the person who gave them. So I throw them into the trash. How could I ever get away from this guy? Hey, Leo, wait a minute! If you want to drive me home, thanks, but no thanks! Im old enough to go home on my own, okay? So,

please stop following me like a dog! And besides, Im too young for love and I dont accept any suitors, understand? But, Brenda, I love you! Cant you understand? I can give you anything you want. Say it and youll have it. And, Brenda, remember, I can get everything I want by hook or crook. So youd better be good to me or else. Ha ha ha! And he started laughing like a monster. I got so scared. I know how powerful his family was, but I still insisted, Leo, how can you be such a jerk? I dont like you and I dont love you. In fact, I hate you! Now, will you leave me alone? But instead of leaving, do you know what he did? He pushed me so hard against the wall and started kissing me. I was shouting for help, but no, no one was there! Somebody, help me, please! Please, please! Help! Help! Then he gave me a big, big punch on my stomach. Oh my God! It was painful! But even before he reached for me again, I spotted a rusty knife and grabbed it. Now, Mr. Leo Monteverde, try to kiss me again, attempt to rape me again, and I will never ever forgive you! Go to hell! Um um ummm! I didnt know how many times I pushed the rusty knife in his body. Then I noticed something. Blood, blood theres a blood on my hands! Leo, Leo! Oh, God! I killed Leo! No, Im not a murderess! He was going to rape me and I just defended myself. I didnt mean to do it, Im not a murderess! Im not a murderess! But I killed

Leo! I killed him! Im a murderess! Ha! Ha! Im a murderess! Ha! Ha! Ha! The Charcoal-Burners Son My father hes at the kiln away. My mother sits at her spinning; But wait, Ill too be a man someday, And a sweetheart Ill be winning. So dark it is far off in the forest. At dawn I am up and off with the sun Hurrah! When the suns a-shimmer, To father then with his food with me, And long mountain shadows are thrown there. So dark it is far off in the forest. Tralala! As glad as a bird in flight Ill sing as the path I follow. But harsh the reply from the mountain high, And the woods are heavy and hollow. So dark it is far off in the forest. The shadows come down so thick, so thick, As if curtains were drawn together, Theres rustle and rattle of stone and stick, And trolls are walking the heather, So dark it is far off in the forest. Theres one! There are two! In their net theyll take Me, alas! how the fires are waving! They beckon, O God, do not forsake me! By flight my life Id be saving, So dark it is far off in the forest. The hours went by, the daylight was gone, The way it grew ever more wild now, Theres whispering and rustling over stick and over stone As over the heath runs the child now. So dark it is far off in the forest.

With rosy-red cheeks and heart beating fast, To his fathers kiln swiftly fleeing, he fell. My dear son, oh, welcome at last! Tis trolls, aye, and worse Ive been seeing. So dark it is far off in the forest. My son, it is long here Ive had to dwell, But my God has preserved me from evil. Whoever knows his Our Father well Fears neither for troll nor for devil, Though dark it is far off in the forest. Bad Girl Declamation Hey! Everybody seems to be staring at me.. You! You! All of you! How dare you to stare at me? Why? Is it because Im a bad girl? A bad girl I am, A good for nothing teen ager, a problem child? Thats what you call me! I smoke. I drink. I gamble at my young tender age. I lie. I cheat, and I could even kill, If I have too. Yes, Im a bad girl, but where are my parents? You! You! You are my good parents? My good elder brother and sister in this society where I live? Looklook at meWhat have you done to me? You have pampered and spoiled me, neglected me when I needed you most! Entrusted me to a yaya, whose intelligence was much lower than mine!

While you go about your parties, your meetings and gambling session Thus I drifted away from you! Longing for a fathers love, yearning for a mothers care! As I grew up, everything changed! You too have changed! You spent more time in your poker, majong tables, bars and night clubs. You even landed on the headlines of the newspaper as crooks, pedlars and racketeers. Now, you call me names, accuse me of everything I do to myself? Tell me! How good are you? If you really wish to ensure my future Then hurry.hurry back home! Where I await you, because I need you Protect me from all evil influences that will threathen at my very own understanding But if I am bad, really badthen, youve got to help me! Help me! Oh pleaseHelp me!

The lost girl The Lost Girl Declamation by dhang I am a girl, young in heart and in mind I am carefree, I enjoy doing nothing but play,play and play I seldom go to school but hmp! nobody cares! Instead,you will see me roaming around standing at the nearby canto, or hanging around at the sari-sari store standing beside the jukebox stand

My teachers to give me inspirations? My friends, when I play? Im lazy and irresponsible.

When I try to study, I get punished for not being able to answer. Where nowIm confused Somebody, please help me You say that the world is beautiful, why is it treating me this way? Hear me please! Help me please! Help me I am lost

One day I asked I asked my mother to teach me how to behave, to live, and appreciate all the beautiful things in life. Would you like to know what she told me? She said " Cant you see, I have to hurry up for my majong session! " So I turned to my father to console me. But what a wonderful word he did tell me " Child, I have to finish my overtime workHeres 500 pesos, go and ask your teacher about that question"

I KILLED HIM BECAUSE I LOVED HIM! Honorable judge, gentlemen of the jury, people of the Philippines! Judge me! Am i guilty or not guilty? But before you sentence me, let me tell you my story. There was a young girl, 17 years of age with a curvaceous body, 36 24 36, a long hair and a sizzling eyes And being rich as she was, she studied at an exclusive school.. And oh my gosh! I met this guy! Hes the best player in our basket ball team and hes the heartthrob of our school. Oh my gosh and his name, guess what? who? Robie Santillan isnt it sweet? Oh my gosh! We became friends, we became friends and later more than that. After 1 year of relationship we decided to settle down. The marriage that cut off the ties of our

Sadly,I attended my class But I heard nothing but the echoing voice of my teacher,torturing me with her words " Hey yo lazy girl! Why waste your time studying those things? When up to now you cant even multiply seven by nine? Go home and dont bother me!!!"

I am lostconfusedI dont know what to do with myself Where are my parents to guide me?

families. And since his parents disagree, thats why he was not supported by his studies. So i decided to give up my studies, and work as a saleslady in a supermarket. And then one night he returned home he asked for money but i cant give him for I just gave him one last night. So he walked out and then the next day he returned home. He was as cold and as hard as a stone. One day, his graduation came and i was so happy! I expected Robie to invite me but he never said a word. I didnt mind it I still attended his graduation ceremony. I wore my nicest dress ever.. And then when his name was called , With a degree of medicine, a Suma Cumlaude, Robie Santillan! I shouted with glee. But when I was just stood up. I was shocked, when another girl stood up and gave that medal to him Im supposed to give him that medal, and pin that ribbon because im his wife. Im his wife right? im his wife! With that unpleasant thought, I fainted. And then when he returned home that night, I confronted him. Robie who is that girl?, I asked And then he answered , its not your business! But I am your wife Robie, I answered You are just my wife How could you do this to me robie?

I gave up my studies: I worked as a saleslady and this? This is how you pay back? You cant just do this Robie, you cant just do this! I have to leave, and when he packed his things I decided to get my 45mm revolver. Robie you cant just leave me. Im your wife Robie. You are mine Robie you are mine! Hey, honey, be calm. No..no..no,,dont leave me dont leave me robie dont leave me and then i decided to go out and I did the worst thing i made in my whole painstaking life! Mr. Robie Santillan, with a degree of medicine, a Suma Cumlaude, you will pay all my labors and sacrifices! I shot him. robie.. robie.. I killed him I killed in my bare hands huhuhuhuhu Robie Im so sorry And now honorable judge, gentlemen of the jury, people of the Philippines! Judge me! Am i gulty or not guilty? I killed him because I love him.

I KILLED HER

as I embrace her. " Yes, mother.. If only I could get all your pain and agonies" " Then.. if you love me, end my sufferings, kill me Let me die." "But, mother, I promise to give life and not to end it." God. She did not deserve the unhappiness. She deserves to be happy. I run to my room and came back with a syringe. "Mother, forgive me. God, please understand me." "Mother, mother, you must not die.. Don't leave, I love you. It was only a distilled water..Mother Mother. MOTHER"

I killed her because I do love her. These hands, these hands that give life to many, killed her because of my love to her. Ladies and Gentlemen of this honorable court, please listen to me, listen to my story before you give my verdict. I am Dr. Reyes, a cancer specialist. I was born in a slum district of Batalon. My father oh! I don't know him for I am a child of faith. My mother brought me up in such determination and my ambition was to escape the filthy and horrible place of Batalon. I was nourished with hope that someday I might live a life different from her. My mother had a burning faith that she turned the nights into days. All her efforts were not in vain for I pushed through with flying colors. My mother who had given her whole life to me had tears in her eyes as she pinned the gold medal on my proud breast. Later on, I was sent as a scholar of the Philippines to the United States of America. I embraced my mother tightly as I've reached the plane.."Mother, mother,.." I whispered. You will always be my best mother in the world. After four years, I came back with laurels. I became a cancer specialist. I gave my mother everything but I was too late. I who had used to ease the pain of many, came too late to the life of my dying mother. I gave the best treatment but the grasp of death was so tight around her. My God, what is the use of ten years of study if I couldn't even use it at my mother's pain. Then one night, I heard a strange cry. I run to her room. "Do you love me, child?" she asked,

Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, give me your verdict. Yes, it was only distilled water which ended the sufferings of my mother. Judge me.. Punish me GO, punish me.. Thy will be done!!!