"AM I TO BE BLAMED?

" 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? "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 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 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 this the girl whom you commented a juvenile delinquent?.

POOR BOY Look at me!!! I am part of the masses... the facet of society many so often push around... Why can't they ever stop to think... that, I am human too... that I, too, feel like them... Why can't you answer me??? You must have something in mind... Why can't you answer me??? I know you must have something in mind... Where is their sense of morality??? They trampled upon me as if I was trash... I never did them any wrong!!! Was it a sin I committed when I came to this world as a poor boy??? A poor boy... yes that's what I am... A state of being I didn't even choose at the first place. Was it a sin I committed, to be born like this?? Now tell me!!! Did you ever have the right to choose your status in life when you were born??? Think!!! Before you condemn me... Do I ever have a choice? I am deprived of all the chances in life... I am looked down upon by people as someone who is too dirty... too smelly... too poor... but I have a heart... Yes!!! I have a golden heart... For every coin I get out of begging helps my younger siblings to survive. The money I earn goes a long way to feed my family... How about you??? How do you feed your family??? Are you 100% sure you work decent enough to earn more??? Are you sure that the money you earned didn't come from a dirty strategy other corrupt politicians used to do to gain power? Can you honestly look at your child straight in the eye true to your heart's core and with a clear conscience?? Have you ever been aware that the money you use to feed your family is an outcome of your hard labor and decent job you can always be proud of??? WHY DID YOU SUDDENLY BECOME QUIET??? WHAT IS IN YOUR MIND NOW?? Tell me!!! Come on, tell me!!! Huh!!! You have good clothes, you never experienced sleeping without a roof, you eat good food, you enjoy the comforts of life... But, somewhere deep in your mind, your conscience haunts you... Yes... you will never sleep good... Within your subconscious mind, your guilty conscience still haunts you, constantly reminding you about your evil ways... Wow... And you still think you are clean??? Outside, you smell fresh and clean, but deep within your soul... I know you stink... Oh... I believe that kind of smell goes through your body... Yes your soul is bound to burn in hell!!! And look at me! I am just a poor boy... honestly begging for mercy from people like you, to feed my brothers and sisters... to survive, but I never stepped down on anyone. I never stole from anyone nor did I ever use anyone to improve our lives... I can sleep good... Can you??? With a kind conscience like that, well, I don't think so. You will never sleep well... you don't have any right to sleep with a sound mind and a light heart...

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! he's 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 isn't 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 families. And since his parents disagree, that's 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 didn't 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 i'm 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 robic you are mine robic 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

Bad Girl Hey! Every Body 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 & sister in this society were I live? Looklook at meWhat have you done to me? You have pampered and spoiled me, neglected me when I needed you most! In trusted me to a yaya, whose intelligent was much lower than mine! While you go about your parties, your meetings and gambling sessions Thus I drifted away from you! Longing for a fathers love, yearning for a mothers care! As I grow up, everything change! You too have change! You spent more time in your pokers, mahjong tables, bars and night clubs. You even landed on the headline of the news paper as crook, peddlers and racketeers. Now, you call my name; accuse me in everything I do to myself? Tell me! How good you are? 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 threaten at my very own understanding But if I am bad, really badthen, you've got to help me! Help me! Oh pleaseHelp me!