POETRY: DECLAMATION PIECE, POEMS, SPEECH

THE KNIFE by Angel Grace Adem You! You! Yes I'm referring to you!  You wanted to know the truth or answer to your questions?   Game on!  "YOU'RE crazy!"  My reply is : "Hahahaha (evil laugh) Yes, I am...I am crazy to seek babble the truth." "You're a KILLER! MURDERER! " " Hmm!  You are correct! (clapping of hands)  Yes, I am a murderer and I even enjoy seeing his blood on my hands after stabbing him on his chest with the same knife... same knife he use to killed my family". It seems like everything just happened yesterday as I can still remember every details related to it.  It was my 5th birthday,  July 22, 2006, we decided to celebrate at home and invited a few people and  he was one of the "SPECIAL" guest as per my fathers description. "Happy Birthday to you!  Happy Birthday!  Happy birthday!  Happy Birthday Angel Stella Dixon!"  "We love you so much our little Angel" ...

What is declamation? According to yourdictionary.com Declamation means a speech with feeling, or refers to the act of reciting a speech or rhetoric. A political speech that is a great piece of rhetoric and that inspires others is an example of a declamation. When you deliver a political speech intended to rally supporters and intimidate opponents, this is an example of declamation. From speechanddebate.org Declamation requires students to select a speech that was delivered in public and perform an excerpt of that speech to an audience. From Merriam Webster: expressing feelings or opinions in a way that is loud and forceful HISTORY: Wikipedia.org In Ancient Rome, declamation was a genre of ancient rhetoric and a mainstay of the Roman higher education system. It was separated into two component subgenres, the controversia, speeches of defense or prosecution in fictitious court cases, and the suasoria, in which the speaker advised a historical or legendary figure as to a course of a...

WHO KNEW Who knew I'd end up admiring someone who was way out of my league? Who knew that smile would make me blush in an instant? In a second? Who knew? I didn't and the truth is? I'm shocked. I'm surprised with how the world suddenly had colors and shapes and sparkles and giggles. That voice I keep repeating in my head help me sleep. Sometimes, it doesn't because I love the way he speaks, the way he greets, the way he talks... everything! Who knew I'd get turned on by the way he walks? I spotted him sitting on the bench, the couch, the floor and, my gosh, he's so hot! Who knew his eyes can start a fire, awaken the dead, bring light in this world full of darkness? I'm speaking from my heart, from my soul... because he is my heart and he is my soul. Who knew I'd be this in love? Who knew? Who knew?

AGONY Agony isn't just a word. It's not just a noun. It's not just something you check in the dictionary or something you hear about. It involves pain. It's suffering. It leaves you drain. It's hurting. It's agony. Agony. AGONY! Agony kills. Agony surrenders. Agony haunts. Agony. Agony. AGONY! It demotivates you. It's a feeling. It's a weakness. It's a drug that controls you. It lives in your dreams. It scares you and yells at you and makes you wonder, "Do I deserve this life?" It answers, "No. You don't. You're weak and helpless and lonely and embarrassing." It insults you and harasses you. It makes you vomit. It makes you sick. Agony. Agony. AGONY! It comes and goes. It pretends to be your friend then betrays you from behind. It smiles at you then rolls its eyes. It's agony. It's an agony. It's THE agony. IT'S AGONY! So agony, go away! Just go! Your presence weakens me but I want to be s...

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 th...

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...

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...