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v=Ei6kejNICWA- Am i to be blamed

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_FN3PWKAXY-Bad girl by Cess Carmona

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1NYcLSRhzE- Beatrize Iglesia

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-cBLH-gxLs0-lost girl

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1eCpc_MnUs- lost girl@hauz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4eVsF0SsLr4-promised land

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVK21G0wcO0-juvenile delinquent

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-g34XOS9Bk-no pardon for me

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoUCcEg3Mzg-fake

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oWvD4bcg8E-a glass of cold water

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FAKE (declamation piece)
FAKE
I got this smile, I skip and I play like a kid.
I'm happy. People think i'm optimistic, talented and smart. I am religious. I have many friends.
Do I look like that? Do I? I hope you're convinced by this synthetic, this fake smile of mine. Most
people envy how perfect my life is. How I don't have problems and how I seemed to be fine with
everything.
But am I?

I always smile and agree to everything request. To be fine with everything my so called friends
wanted. Do they know that all they're seeing is fake?

A mask of fake happiness and glee. That the only reason is, I cannot say no. have they thought of
my feelings? are they even my friends?

That every time I see them, I have this smile that no one ever dared to disbelieve.
This sense of optimism everyone envies? It's all superficial. In fact, all I think of is sadness,
despair, hate, and often I just can't go on anymore. Does anyone know that? Once I told my
mom to cut the afternoon church club meetings, Guess what she bladed?

No God will be disappointed to you, she said.

I wanted to reply "Well if you put it that way" or "Sure make me feel guilty. Do I have a choice?"
but all I can do is agree and pretend I didn't ask anything.

The Saddest part is with all the masks, my disguises, my covers. . .all the lies. . .Everyone seems
to believe. No one knows how gloom, how depressed. . .unhappy I am. No one, none of you
people.
None of you dare to doubt
I don't know. . .I if I still know who I am beneath.
Is it even there? I don't know.
Declamation Piece- “AM I TO BE BLAMED?”

JUN 1

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They’re chasing me, they’re 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, you’ll do it, won’t you Captain? What? you won’t still believe in me?. Come and I’ll
show you a dilapidated shanty by a railroad.

Mother, mother I’m 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? she’s already gone! Do you hear me? she’s already gone. Am I to be
blamed for the things I have done?

 
BAD GIRL (declamation)
Bad Girl
Hey! Everybody seems to be staring at me..
You! You! All of you!
How dare you to stare at me?
Why? Is it because I’m a bad girl?
A bad girl I am, A good for nothing teen ager, a problem child?
That’s 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, I’m 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?
Look…look at me…What 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 father’s love, yearning for a mother’s 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 bad…then, you’ve got to help me!
Help me! Oh please…Help me!
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The LOST GIRL ( Declamation)

The Lost Girl
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…

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…
" Can’t you see, I have to hurry up for my  majong session! "

 So I turned to my father to console me. But what a wonderful world word he did tell
me…  

" Child, I have to finish my overtime work…Here’s 500 pesos, go and ask
your teacher about that question…"

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 can’t even multiply seven by nine? Go home and don’t bother
me!!!"

I am lost…confused…I don’t know what to do with myself… 

Where are my parents to guide me?  
My teachers to give me inspirations?  
My friends, when I play? I’m lazy and irresponsible.

When I try to study, I get punished for not being able to answer. 
Where now…I’m 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…
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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 strenghten her life into contentment. Honorable judge, friends and teachers...is
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"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.

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I'm sentenced. 
Sentenced to life in this dank cell 
of misery. 
I can see the key- 
it hangs there, 
just out my finger's reach, 
dangling there in a mock of freedom. 

There will be no pardon for me, 

no stay of this execution. 

My life has convicted me 

for crimes I did not commit. 
My penalty meted out. 
I followed every rule, 
broke no laws, 
have more than paid my fines 
to society's shun upon me. 

There was no fair trial, 

no chance for me to plead my case. 
The jurors were sent from hell, 
quick to judgement 
and showed no mercy 
as they read their verdict. 

Life/Death, what does it matter? 

Its all the same in this prison. 

I am but a mere victim, 

the criminal has gotten away, 
while I do the time 
for fate's crimes against me. 

I can't escape the hounds they'd release, 

should I attemp escape, 
for the walls and barbed wires 
are too painful to scale 
and the hounds would scent my fear. 

So I sit here, 
waiting... 
waiting for the day they walk me 
that longest mile, 
waiting for the flow of their poison 
to seep within' my veins. 

That lethal injection 

that will finally end this misery 
of a soul so wrongfully convicted to die.

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“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!