DRESS DILEMMA (declamation)

DRESS DILEMMA

Oh, man.

I really didn't want to wear this. I don't think I can do this. What kind of outfit is this anyway? This isn't my style. I should've worn a loose top and sweatpants but why this?

I hate dresses. Mom makes me wear dresses. Doesn't she know how difficult it is for me? And what is with these shoes? They're called heels, right?

What is with this makeup? It feels heavy.

What is with this hairstyle? It's so girly.

UGH! How can one dress ruin my day? It's so short and fabulous and I hate it. Fabulous... hmmph! I despise that word.

I grew up liking boyish things. I'm a girl, yes. I will be a woman in the future but that doesn't give the woman who labored me any right to make me wear such a hideous thing.

Mom thinks I will have guys go wild with my appearance. I don't want that. Mom thinks I have a curvy body. Gosh, that's probably because I go to the gym. DUH! Mom thinks I should comb my hair more.

Fat chance!

I hate this dress. It's uncomfortable. I can see my legs. I don't even shave my legs. Why did I have to put lotion on my skin? It's as irritating as putting on sunblock.

With this dress, I feel so different. I can't believe this. I'm dying and I am too young to die!


Mother, oh mother, how could she? I love her to bits but I hate this dress!

THE NEW ME (declamation)

THE NEW ME

This is the new me you'll never expect. This is the new me you'll never want to see. I did everything for you. I risked everything for you. I made everything right for you. I tried to look beautiful. I stayed up late. I spent this much. I stepped. I rain. I fell. I crossed. I climbed. I did everything. And it's all because of you.

I cried all night. I wasted my years. I prayed for a miracle but nothing happened. Nothing I ever did ever made you like me. Not my messages, not my phone calls, not my gifts nor my looks. Not my efforts, not my promises, not my soul or my life.

So this is the new me. This is the new me you have to see. Wait until you realize just how much you hurt me. Did you know I fought for you? I would've killed for you. I would've died for you.

But you could never love me.

It's sickening to know that one's efforts can never be appreciated. What is it about me you couldn't like? Am I fat? Am I short? Am I boring? Is it because I'm boyish? Is it because I'm garrulous? Is it because I'm knowledgeable? Is it because I don't like parties and I'm not a nightlifer?
 
Then what was I supposed to do? This is me! ME! I can't change who I used to be. At least, when I found out that you could never learn to love me, I realized... I realized... I realized...
 
...just how much I've missed.

I lost my friends. I pushed my family away. I became cruel. I was being selfish.

So look at me now. I didn't change who I was. I simply exposed myself in different activities. I became active. I learned to love myself. I don't need you.

This is the new me.

BE MY TRUE FRIEND (declamation)

Be My True Friend
Hey! Are you a good friend? Are you a True Friend?
A friend that will never leave me? It is you? If it is, then... Can you be my friend?

I needed a friend like you, not like them.
They are my Friend when they need me.
I can still remember when they ignore me.

"Hey girl, can you come with me?" I ask my friend.

"Wait for us" they replied. So as what they've said. I waited, wait for the time, but one hour has passed. They didn't come back. So I turned to my other friend whose doing nothing.

"Hey guys, can you come with me?" I asked. "sorry, we were busy" they replied.

I feel alone. I feel Ignored. I feel Rejected. I want to cry but I can't and I don't want them to see me crying just because of rejection. I ran away from them and went to the rooftop.
 
"BUSY? BUSY, STALKING WITH YOUR CRUSH!?"

"YOUR CRUSH DOESN'T LIKE YOU, SO STOP ASSUME"

"I WAITED! I WAITED FOR AN HOUR BUT.... BUT WHERE WERE YOU! YOU LEAVE ME! YOU DIDN'T COMEBACK"

I shouted and I cried so hard. And after that I felt relief. I felt okay. So I decided to go back to our classroom and the one of my friend approached me and said

"Hey Joecel, can you come with me to the canteen. We'll buy some snacks" by that time I want to say YES but I found myself running away from them after realizing what they've said a while ago. And went back to the rooftop
 
"When you need me, I'm always there, but when I need you, you reject me! You ignore me!"

"Is that a real friend?"

And you! You! Are you like that? If not! Then please! Please be with me!
Be my friend. Be my True Friend!

PLEASE. . . NOT HELL (declamation)

Please... not HELL

Huh? Where am I? What is this place?
Fire? Fire? A Lake of Fire? Everywhere!
Ouch! Water… I need water, please.
I hate being here, this place is so hot, I’m hurting.
Oh no! no… worms!… Stay away from me.
You damn worms!
No! Don’t eat my flesh. Stop!

Where am I? Why I’m here! I…I- don’t belong here.. Get me out of here.
Don’t you know me? I’m Cass Alanan. A superstar, A world famous model and a President’s daughter. I’m rich, beautiful and most of all powerful. What? Am I happy? You’re asking me if I’m happy..? Of course, I am, I have all the riches in this world.

Riches… but not peace, not joy, not even love… But who needs that? I don’t need that… i’m rich I can buy anything and everything I want.
My parents were always busy, they don’t love me.

My friends… well, they’re just a bunch of losers. They want me because they can use my money and my fame. No joy, just a bunch of… Loosers and USERS!

And my boyfriend? huh! Another USER! I thought he is the only person in this world who can love me. But, well, just last night that idiot went out with another girl. and Guess what? I saw them… making out! You know what, he told me that he hates me and all he wants is my body and my money! USER! Damn user!

They abandoned me. Left me with no love, no joy, no peace and no life.
On my way home, I met a Pastor – no, a crazy person in the park. He told me about Jesus… (Laugh) “Jesus? Who is he? I don’t need him! I don’t care about him. He is just a fiction. You don’t understand me, no one does and no one cares. Of course, you don’t. All you need is my money. Get out of my sight!”

There’s no hell… You know what’s the real hell… my life!”

I walked out, left that Pastor and went home.
Alone and abandoned. Shuttered and Busted. Miserable and Broken.
I opened my cabinet, then I saw something… a beautiful escape, the most magical thing in this world for hurt people like me. Then, I hear a whisper…

“One shot will finish your damn life”.

Yes right! I pinned it to my temple, then the next thing I know…
“Hell? I heard the Pastor saying about it. A place without Jesus.. Full of fire and flesh eating worms. He said… “Jesus is the only way, the truth and the life” But I never listened.

This is hell, It’s true.
The Lake of Fire
A place for sinners.
A place of never ending punishment…
Oh no… No! No! No!

JUVENILE DELINQUENT (declamation)

"Juvenile Delinquent"

Am I a juvenile delinquent? I’m a teenager, I’m young, young at heart in mind. In this position, I’m 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! Can’t 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, here’s 500 bucks, get it and enjoy 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 can’t even divide 100 by 5! Go home and plant sweet potatoes".

I may have the looks of Audrey Hepburn, the calmly voice of Nathalie Cole. But that’s not what you can see in me. Here’s a young girl who needs counsel to enlighten her way and guidance to strengthen her life into contentment.

Honourable judge, friends and teachers…is this the girl whom you commented a juvenile delinquent?.

BE BACK SOON (declamation)

"Be Back Soon"
 
It has been four years since he left.

I never liked the idea. We never agreed. I tried to stop him, but it was his dream to serve. What can I do? Nothing, nothing at all, but to surrender even if it's hard.

"The troop decided to send me."

That's the last thing I wanted to hear. Holding back, trying to be calm, I couldn't be silenced.

"Do you have an idea what could happen while you're there? Or, are you even concerned about me? I can't do this without you!"

"This is a mission!"

"Is it that hard to say no?"

" I cant let my team down! I can't let my nation down!"

"So, that's it?"
 
"Don't you worry, I'll be back soon. Who knows? Maybe one day, you'll wake up and see me right beside you."

"But, What if? Or......."

"Sssshhhhh.......No, I'll be fine."

Eyes covered with tears, warm embrace, that's what I remember. The promise to return kept me smiling since then.

"I must be ready." I told myself.

There were sleepless nights. What can I do? I just miss you...a lot. You didn't even call! I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to hear your voice and say, "I'm safe here." Nothing, nothing at all. The silence moving through the air each day was my companion. I had no one.
 
Then one day, the messenger came, holding a letter addressed to all the families of the troop. I wondered why. As I read between the lines, I couldn't stop thinking about you. It says there that the mission was a success. I was glad.

I immediately went to your home base to check you out, not knowing that my life was about to be shattered.

"He gave it all, even his life."

Tears fell down eyes. I didn't know which way to go. Setting everything aside, I'm so proud of you, for doing what you do best, being yourself.

With arms held high, I will be strong.

"Goodbye Col.William Borg, I'll see you soon."

MEMORIES (declamation)

"MEMORIES"

Nothing compares to having a family, a complete, happy family. I am proud to have had one. Unforgettable memories of a sweet childhood, growing up with pure love and affection, so many people wanted to have. I was nourished with hope, that someday I'll have something more than I've expected.

My parents gave me everything. They wanted me to have the best of endless possibilities. I owe my life to them. I am nothing without them. They are the reason why I have a fighting spirit, to finish what I've started, to give my best everytime and never give up in times of troubles.

It was my time to serve them. I am young and free, but why should I push myself to this responsibility? Why?.....because in this life, you can never tell when your closing ceremony is about to arrive. But it was over before I've started.

"God, why did you take them from me?"

"You're so unfair!"

"Why them?"

"Take me instead!"

They were gone. I am now alone. I can honestly say, I am nothing. I don't have them anymore.

"God, please give me a chance to embrace them for the last time."

But I know it isn't possible. I've had a lot chances. I just didn't make the best of it. Life is really full of surprises , not always good ones, some are worth tears. Deep inside my heart, I am longing. But I should move on with my life. Nothing could bring them back. If the stairway to heaven is for real, I would use it no matter how far it would take me. If that's the only chance, then I am ready.




I salute those parents who have given their all. The most selfless people you would ever know. Nothing compares to the love you have given. The perfect friends, there's nothing less.







One day, we shall meet again. Excitement fills my broken heart. Only you could complete me. So, when I see you, I know you're holding the missing piece.

ME AGAINST YOU (declamation)

"ME AGAINST YOU"

I can't breathe in this white uniform. It's so tight. Release me.

Well, Thank yo for your kind words. I know, right. I already
expected this. I'm not surprised.

Oh! I haven't introduced myself to some of you. For those who don't know me, which only a few don't, I'm Genuino Ontangco,a smart young man or I should say, a genius. Do you need someone to answer your problems? I'm the perfect person to approach. You asked why? Because, I know everything. Give me those equations, I'll simplify it. Give me those problems, I'll solve it. Give me that piece, I'll correct it. Oh............ It feels good to be a genius

Sometimes I wondered, maybe if I was born a long time ago, then I would have created all the inventions in this world. Maybe yes! Maybe.................yes! Why can't I? I know everything, remember? Hahahahaha

My mother calls me Gene, my nickname. She has been my inspiration,or i mean assistant ever since. How can she be my mentor? I know a lot more than her! My father, Oh! i don't know him. I refuse to know him. Some people told me, he was a criminal, a thief, a man of pure evil, a product which sent him to jail.

Some people told me, he has changed. I don't believe them. I tend to react when they connect him to me. I can't stand it.

I hate those people who stand in my way, and does something without my approval. Only I, know what's right.


"Mom!!!! Where's the documents in my table?" I asked. 
"Oh! I thought that's a trash, I already threw it away." She answered

"I told you never to touch anything here, you stupid moron!"

"I'm still your mother young man! You can't say that to me"

"Why can't I? I know more than you coz you're a brainless idiot!

Yes! That's true!"

Then, she slapped me in the face. I punched her hard, and laughed as she dropped to the ground. You should have seen her face while she fought for her life! She's dead!

Hahahaha. What a relief.

Oh! Here they are again! Stop! I can't breathe in this white uniform. It's so tight.

Release me! I should be free. 
Release me! 
Release me!
Release me!

VENGEANCE IS NOT OURS, IT'S GOD'S (declamation)

“Vengeance Is Not Ours, It’s God’s”

Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged.Why are you staring at me? With my eyes I cannot see but I know that you are all staring at me. Why are you whispering to one another? Why? Do you know my mother? Do you know my father? Did you know me five years ago?

Yes, five years of bitterness have passed. I can still remember the vast happiness mother and I shared with each other. We were very happy indeed.

Suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. Did the cruel Nippon’s discover our peaceful home? Mother ran to Father’s side pleading. “Please, Luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you,” I pulled my father’s arm but he did not move. It seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor.

The door went “bang” and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. “Are you Captain Luis Santos?” roared the ugliest of them all. “Yes,” said my father. “You are under arrest,” said one of the beasts. They pulled father roughly away from us. Father was not given a chance to bid us goodbye.

We followed them mile after mile. We were hungry and thirsty. We saw group of Japanese eating. Oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were eating,
 
Then suddenly, we heard a voice call, “Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . .” we ran towards the direction of the voice, but it was too late. We saw father hanging on a tree. . . . dead. Oh, it was terrible. He had been badly beaten before he died. . . . and I cried vengeance, vengeance, vengeance! Everything went black. The next thing I knew I was nursing my poor invalid mother.

One day, we heard the church bell ringing “ding-dong, ding-dong!” It was a sign for us to find a shelter in our hide-out, but I could not leave my invalid mother, I tried to show her the way to the hide-out.

Suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were firing from everywhere. “Boom, boom, boom, boom!” Mother was hit. Her legs were shattered into pieces. I took her gently in my arms and cried, “I’ll have vengeance, vengeance!” “No, Oscar. Vengeance, it’s God’s,” said mother.

But I cried out vengeance. I was like a pent-up volcano. “Vengeance is mine not the Lord’s”. “No, Oscar. Vengeance is not ours, it’s God’s” these were the words from my mother before she died.
 
Mother was dead and I was blind. Vengeance is not ours? To forgive is divine but vengeance is sweeter. That was five years ago, five years. . . .

Alms, alms, alms. Spare me a piece of bread. Spare me your mercy. I am a child so young, so thin, and so ragged. Vengeance is not ours, it’s God’s. . . . It’s. . . . God’s. . It’s…

MY REVENGE (declamation)

MY REVENGE

"Never have I thought of reaching this place. All my dreams
turned to reality. I have everything that I wanted. It's great to have
everything you've worked for."

That's what they all say. All of them are hypocrites, trying to

escape the judgment of the public's eyes. But, they can't fool me. I

know how they got their positions. If only I could expose what I know.

But now is not the right time. I still have to prove something.

I used to be in that position, the greatest prize in the world.

But now, here in the dump, not even remembered, already misunderstood.

I'm just a victim of this judgmental world, never did any harm, just misunderstood.

If you want to invest, i would be glad to see you. If you don't have anything good to say, don't dare cross my way. That's just how it goes. The circulation continues.

When you are rich, everybody wants to get a piece of you. All of them wants to pull you down. being hot in the public's eyes is critical.

You can't afford to make mistakes, or else, you'll find yourself swimming in the mud. That's what happened to me. i wasn't careful. One dash of stain blew everything. It was hard to face the truth. I am down, troubled,
nothing.

What should I say? I should have everything back.

"Mr.Thompson, Do you remember me?"

"How could i forget the company's thief?"

"I'm just a victim of your greed. You made me do it."

"You wanted it, right? Only that you made a wrong move."

"I don't deserve this! You have to pay!"

"You can do nothing now! It's too late!"

It was all black as i remembered. The next thing that i saw was a man covered in his own blood. Did I succeed? I think so! but no one should find out. I am closer to what I truly deserve.

Time is up. It's my turn.

PROMISE LAND (declamation)

Promise Land

"Where am I?"

"Is this the real world?"

A lot of things are on my mind. I may be young and innocent, but not ignorant. I can clearly see what's present.

I can only imagine life when the world was first created, a beautiful scene yet to be exploited.A dash of green and blue then add the bright yellow sunshine that lights up the day. God gave us a world full of promise. He wanted us to use it, take care of it and make sure that there is plenty for everybody.

The water is not blue as it was.

The air we breath is not healthy anymore.

The forest that used to be rich and full, nowhere to be seen.

Dead

Denuded

Destroyed

"What happened to the promised land?"

"How dare we ruin it!"

"Look at it people! look at it!"

"If the world could only speak, it would tell us how much it hurts."

"All of us can do something but not everyone is willing to do it."

"Now, I can't imagine what the future holds."

Living

Hoping

Praying

The chances are getting thinner everytime. Time is running out. We better do it now or pay the price later.

Let's rebuild this world and plant new life for a new day.

WHEN REALITY STRIKES (declamation)

"WHEN REALITY STRIKES"

Everything starts with a dream, a dream that can be our inspiration to accomplish our goals. When we were children, we've always hoped that we can serve our nation someday and be part of the progression of our country.

I've always dreamt of being someone who could make a difference, many people doubted me and thought otherwise. As time goes by, that dream faded away.
Each day was a dreadful sight, the coward side of me that didn't dare to hold on.

I can't do it anymore. I told myself, "Why do I have to suffer like this? It's not fair!"

Tick....tock....tick...tock.... hearing the sound of the clock made it worst.
 
I had my chance, just didn't take it.

Now, reality speaks with a familiar sound.

LIFE! IS! GREAT!

"What"

"Are you serious?"

"If this is the life that was planned for me, then I wouldn't want to go on!"

"Go ahead and end it!"

"It wouldn't even make a difference ."

Then reality strikes again..... with greater force, louder than you could imagine

You are living by choice not by chance!

"I know! That's why I'm living an awful life!"

You made it happen!

"It's what was given!"

You were given all those years, and this is all you could come up with? Come on!

"I'm hopeless!"

"I'm weak!"

"Are you suppose to rub it in?"

"I get it!"

Reality ended the battle

It's not the end of the world! Time doesn't stop when you fall. That's why the sky is high. It's something to reach for.

A cold breeze suddenly surrounded me

The view seemed to change!

"Now, I get it!"

So live your life

Be yourself

And see the difference

BEFORE IT'S OVER (declamation)

"Before It's Over"

A wide smile painted her blank canvass as she expressed her excitement to face the next chapter.

"I'm happy."

"I definitely am."

"Don't think of me."

"You might get in trouble"

In a world where you stand out against the others, that's where I belong.

To fight for a place where freedom is limited, that's what I've done.

To be accepted for what you've suffered, that's what I've experienced

To feel that you're in, there's nothing better.

She's my friend, the best that I have.

Seeing her go through the deafening silence while blind-folded, made me feel uneasy inside.
 
The will to help easily diminished as I remembered my recent acceptance to the society.

Only those on the top of the chain can tell you what to do.

As hard as it seems, there's no other option.

It's hard to see her getting trashed, but there's nothing that I can do.

Tears fell on her burning eyes as she tried to stand.

It was not a good scene.

She's beaten, real bad.

She's a fighter.

She'll recover.

"No one, and I said no one, can talk to a feed, or they'll suffer"

"If there's anyone who'd challenge my judgment, stand up and face me!"

With a burning desire to do what is right, I stood up!

At least that's what I thought.

But, I didn't.

I can't! I just can't!

As I continue to let myself believe that everything's fine, I can't help but think of how she's doing.

Her voice was trembling as she tried to tell me that she's ok.

"I'll be ok", she whispered

Do we really have to do this to be accepted?

Does it take blood and tears for us to belong?

I know that I did it before, but do we have to let everyone suffer?

I don't think it's right anymore.

With a burning desire to change what was written, I stood up.

Now, I did.

But it's over, she's gone.

She was a fighter, and I was a coward.

I could have, but i didn't.

I just didn't

DESIRED FREEDOM (declamation)

"Desired Freedom"
Mando

Psst.....

Come here! Yes, you! I want you. Don't be scared, it's just you and me now.

Besides, you're already paid.

It's 4am, and I'm walking pass the blinking lights of shattered freedom, trying to figure out my worth.

With eyes wide open, I can't seem to think.

As I approach the sanctuary of guilt, my body just turned ice cold.

Psst.....

It's that sound again. Please make it stop!

For the past 2 years that I've been doing this, nothing seems to make sense.

That musky scent that makes me shiver, suddenly covered the air.

I'm done for the day.

Looking back on the days when my soul was pure, I can't help but smile.

I still remember the sweet memories of my younger days, when all that I have is free.

Oh, those were the days.

I guess the truth is, I can no longer go back.

But, did I really have that liberty?

I guess i did, cause it still hurts.

Psst....

It's 4am, and I'm still here, trying to stop what I can't.

I'm paid, yes I am.

This would suddenly end.

I'll just close my eyes until it's over.

At last, it is.

As I brush off the stains of a filthy life that doesn't seem to get better, it just gets worse.

Sitting here with drops of water over my head, a series of unfortunate event flashed.

Starting to realize the mistakes that I've made, I closed my eyes.

It just gets worse. It really does.

And you're telling me that it's my fault?

How could you blame the judgment of an innocent soul who's only wish is to love and be loved?

Do you think it's easy to go through the day thinking that you're soul is burning in every second?

You don't know who I am, and what I've been through.

So, don't say a word.

If only guidance was present in my past, it would've been different.

If only lessons were learned before mistakes were made, this wouldn't be me.

I guess, I just have to deal with it.

Choice is nowhere to be found.

Psst....

It's 4am, and I'm home, a totally different view.

I was just called. I guess I should go.

It's 4am, and I'm here again.

Psst....

It's that sound again.

DEEP (declamation)

"Deep"
Mando

It's like this, everyday.
Nothing has changed.

I wake up, surprised, knowing that I'm still alive, thinking that it's already over, only to find out that it's not.
Heavy breathing followed the overwhelming reality that your body is moving, you're still thinking, and your eyes can still see all the things that you wish you didn't see.

It's not yet over.
The game is still ongoing
And I'm just here waiting, waiting for the last signal to erupt, waiting for a confirmation that it's all done.
But I guess it's different.
The rules have changed.

Now, you have to pretend that you're fine, even if your mind is exploding with negativity that seems heavier than a boulder.
You have to smile even though the heart can't seem to find a justifiable reason to move the muscle on your lips.
You have to make them believe that you're not struggling with the reality of life.
You have to be fine.

That's the hardest part.

I'm not ok
I want to be ok, but I'm not.
Help me.
Please
 
I smile, laugh, cry, like a normal person do, but underneath the normal face that you see, is another figure that's shouting for help, and waiting to be felt.

It's covered by despair and anger, by guilt and pressure, by expectation and failure, by insanity and reality.
It's all beneath the jokes that I throw, the laughter that you hear, and the usual Hi and Hello
 
It's deeper than you think.

It's a feeling that nothing is right
It's a feeling that doesn't make any sense
It's a feeling that even if you try to overcome, you will still fall short
It's a feeling that after all of this, the darkness will still prevail


It's an overwhelming feeling
It's a feeling that I wish I haven't felt.

It's complicated

This day may be the last, and I still don't know.
I might be thinking of ways to end it, and you wouldn't know
It's a feeling I wish you knew.
It's a feeling that's never new

I'm not ok
I wan't to be ok, but I'm still not.

CONSCIENCE (declamation)

“Conscience”

I wept, I cried so hard. But this tears can’t bring back my sister to life. My being brought here by my conscience. I want to ask forgiveness. But can she still hear? O heart, forgive me for what I have done, please bring peace to mind.

Dry leaves were crushed down below. As if to freshen my memories that her life perished because of my selfishness.

She was my only sister. Since our childhood, I always believed that I was the favorite of our dad. One night, while I was facing all about to the mirror, with my micro mini, I puffed powder, when I saw Luisa’s face, reflecting in the mirror. "You can’t get out tonight, Lucille." I heard a threatening tone from her. I turned to her, but I can’t resist at her sharp stare at me. "And who says so, my dear sister?"

"We are to celebrate Momma’s death anniversary, you know that don’t you?"

In a relaxed and condescending voice, I replied "well I don’t care. I’m going out to party tonight!"

Then I heard a knock on the door. I shouted "Help Papa!" for I knew that it was he. I pulled my hair, I tore my dress away as I was attacked by a squad of monstrous creatures. When the door opened the site Papa saw was that Luisa was holding my neck who was trying to make a rescue. But I cried so hard that made Papa grew to the height of anger. He threw Luisa to the corner, where the head of my poor sister was hit at the edge of the chair.

I slowly rejoiced for I have made a successful revenge. But when she lifted, I saw a different sparkle in her tearful eyes. "Ha ha ha ha ha!" O my, Luisa, she went out of her mind. I was not able to move, as well as Papa. Both of us were motionless. And before we returned to our senses, Luisa ran to the door and proceeded to the open gate of our house. We followed her calling out her name.

"Luisa!" "Sister!" "Luisa" "Sister" "Luisa the Truck!" "Don’t cross the road, Luisa, the truck don’t Don’t DON’T!"

The next sight I saw was that Luisa was thrown five meters away from the truck. I ran to her and embraced her. Blood was all over her face. In a low but distinct voice she murmured, that made my heart break so much.

She said, "Lucille, please be a good girl. I love you. Please be a good girl ‘coz Papa loves you very much."

"Luisa? Luisa? Sister… sister!!!"

From that moment I cried so hard for killing my only sister, who loved and cared for me, even at the last moment of her life.

Now can you blame me, for asking God to forgive me? Forgive me dear God, Forgive me!

A Glass of Cold Water (declamation)

“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. I’m a mortal Venus. Oops! What time is it? I must get ready for the party!

Beep-beep…!A-huh! Here they are! Yes, I’m coming!

"Child, are you still there?"

"Hmp! That’s my mama"

"Child, are you still there? Will you please get me a glass of cold water?"

"Mama, I’m 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 can’t leave the party at once. I have to danced with everybody who proposed to me. At last, the party is over. I’m very tired. Very, very tired.

So, I went home to tell mama what happened.

"Mama, I’m home! It’s very quiet. "Mama, I’m home!" Nobody answers.

Where is she? I look for her in the sala, but she’s 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 DEMAND DEATH (declamation)

I Demand Death

My hands are wet with blood. They are crimsoned with the blood of a man I have just killed.

I have come here today to confess. I have committed murder, deliberate, premeditated murder. I have killed a man in cold blood. That man is my master.

I am here not to ask for pity but for justice simple, elementary justice. I am a tenant... My father was a tenant before me and so was his father before him. This misery is my inheritance and perhaps this will be my legacy to my children.

I have labored on a patch of land not mine. But I have learned to love that land, for it is the only thing that lies between me and complete destitution.

It is the only world that I have learned to cherish. And somewhere on that land I have managed to build what is now the dilapidated nipa shack that has been home to me.I have but a few worldly possessions, mostly rags. My debts are heavy. They are sum total of my ignorance and the inspired arithmetic of my master, which I do not understand.


 

I labor like slave and out of the fruits of that labor; I get but a mere pittance for a share. And I have to stretch that mere pittance to keep myself and my family alive.

My poverty has reduced me to the bare necessities of life. And-the constant fear of rejection from the land has made me totally subservient to my master. You tell me that under the constitution, I am a free man-free to do what I believe is just, free to say what I think is right, and free to worship God according to the dictates of my conscience. But I do not understand the meaning of all these for I have never known freedom. I have always obeyed the wishes of my master out of fear. I have always regarded myself as no better than a slave to the man who owns the land on which I live. You tell me of the right to life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness. But I have known no rights, only obligations; I have known no happiness; only despair in the encumbered existence that has always been my lot.

My dear friends, I am a peace-loving citizen. I have nothing but love for my fellowmen. And yet,why do I kill this man? It is because he was the symbol of an economic system which has made him and me what we are: He, a master, and I, a slave.

Out of a deliberate design I killed him because I could no longer stand this life of constant fear and being a servant. I could no longer suffer that thought of being perpetually a slave.

Here is another touching piece. This was also written by someone anonymous so I suppose it is alright to post this here for those who need a piece. I am still searching for the pieces that I have loved from childhood

TAKEN FOR GRANTED (declamation)

Taken For Granted

“Christians? Christians?”

Have you heard that call? They’re looking for me. That’s definitely me. You’re in doubt
and Why? You want me to give you proofs?

Oh! That’s very easy.

Who told you to doubt that I am a Christian?I am a Christian! How?I went to church. I pray. I have my religion. I read the Bible. I love kids and I am giving them what they want. I sing gospel songs.

Now you’re telling me that you are in doubt?How dare you to question me?
Can’t you see? Or Are you blind? I am the true definition of a Christian. You’re so pathetic; you don’t have the right to question me that way? What?! You want to ask me more?!… I’ll think about it for a second. Hmhm… Ok! I’m sure I’ll be able to answer all your questions
fluently.
Go… Ask me….

You’re asking me if I go to church every Sunday?! I told you… I GO TO CHURCH…
ahmm b-bu-but not every Sunday. Every other Sunday I guess that’s fine with the
Lord. Why?! I-I-I have a project every other Sunday. Yes r-r-right, I have a project. The Lord understands that.

Liar?! I’m not a liar. I’m telling you the truth in fact I went to church last three Sundays straight and Oh my Gosh Chris is in the stage he’s starting to play the guitar.

Ooops I slip! Ok fine. I went to church three times straight without absent b-
because of Chris. He’s cute,he’s talented. And I’m still there for the Lord.

Liar? I’m not a liar. I am still a Christian. It so happen that I don’t have any projects that
Sunday.
Ahhh! Fake?! I’m not a fake Christian; atleast I go to church.

Don’t shout! Ahhh! I said I’m not a fake
Christian, I-I-I pray… every other day. Atleast I pray.No! I said I am a true Christian I read the Bible. I open it…

Every time the Pastor is telling me to do so. Ok stop. Why do we need to argue? I guess
I really don’t know what Christianity is?

Ok! I go to church not because of Christ but because of Chris! I’m sleeping every time
there is a sermon because I only love the music. I don’t read my Bible because I guess that’s boring. I sing… “Jesus, I surrender I draw nearer, I fall down”

but the truth I’m not sincere with that.

But I guess my works will be credited in his name. I share my blessings to the poor, i give gifts every Sunday and I have a religion I guess that works…I don’t know.

Right, Ephesians 2: 8-9 was right. It is not by works that I will be saved because Jesus is the only way. And I am so wrong I don’t even mind his sacrifices on the cross.

I am supposed to be there because those are my sins.

I forgot my purpose here on earth; you know what, he’s been good to me. But I always take him for granted.

I’m doing things not for his glory but for my own. I should live for him because he died for me. I’m so ashamed now. But Lord you still forgave me. You’re so good. And you
brought me to my knees.

Now I’m talking and standing in front of you and I don’t care if you are going to laugh at
me. I care to tell you things that I believe I must tell you.

He won everything in me and he’s been waiting for you too… If you believe you have him, you may now shout what Carman once wrote “Jesus is the Champion”.

THE RICH MAN AND THE POOR MAN (declamation)

The Rich Man and the Poor Man

“Food and money I give to you,Why do you shout so mercilessly When I give you your part?”queried the rich man.

The poor man replied:
“Your question you cannot answer For from pain and agony you are free, But I have suffered and borne The situation that I don’t like to be in.”

“That I couldn’t understand Because life for me is easy; I take this and take that, And life is just what I want it to be.” consented the rich man.

“Comfort your mind, rich man,with realities of death. Your wealth I do not envy For you cannot buy eternity with money.If to live happily is to live in hypocrisy, Then I prefer to be silly so I would be holy. Life you love so much you will lose And only then will you understand What agony is,” the poor man shouted.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! You say so For you desire this place of mine. Indulgence you have clouded with reason But I understand because of your situation.” boastfully the rich man said.

Outraged the poor man answered:“How pitiful the person blinded with pleasure; No, you don’t care of our journey That you have created through your greediness. Come now, man of weak soul! Your days are numbered for you to face The Man of Love. You may not cry now but later you will When the chilling reality of the last judgment Comes across your way; Yes, then you will pity, but not for me. Not for anybody else. But for yourself only! Yes, eat, drink, and be merry.

For tomorrow you shall die!