Fake Declamation Piece

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- I Demand Death
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
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 world 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 a 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 do what I think is right, and free to
worship God according to the dictate 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. I do not ask you to forgive me nor to mitigate my crime. I have taken the law into my own
hands, and I must pay for it in atonement.
But kill this system. Kill this system and you kill despotism. Kill this system and you kill
slavery. Kill this despotism and you set the human soul to liberty and freedom. Kill this slavery
and you release the human spirit into happiness and contentment. For the cause of human
liberty, of human happiness and contentment, thousands and even millions have died and will
continue to die.
Mine is only one life. Take me if you must but let it be a sacrifice to the cause which countless
others have been given before and will be given again and again, until the oppressive economic
system has completely perished, until the sons of toil have been liberated from enslavement, and
until man has been fully restored to decency and self respect.
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 friend, I am a peace-loving citizen. I have nothing but love for my fellowmen. And yet,
why did 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 the thought of being perpetually a slave.
I committed the murder as an abject lesson. I want to blow that spelled the death of my master
to be a death blow to the institution of the economic slavery which shamelessly exists in the
bright sunlight of freedom that is guaranteed by the constitution to every man. My dear friend: I
do anguish from the weak and helpless and has laid upon the back of the ignorant labor burdens
that are too heavy to be borne, I demand death!
To this callous system of exploitation that has tightened the fetters of perpetual bondage in the
hands of thousands, and has killed the spirit of freedom in the hearts of men, I demand death.
To this oppression that has denied liberty to the free and unbounded children of God, I DEMAND
DEATH!
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Declamation Piece- The Face Upon the Floor (author:
Hugh Antoine DArcy)
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
Twas a balmy summer evening and a goodly crowd was there,

Which well-nigh filled Joes 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 stomachs equal to the work
I wouldnt touch him with a fork, hes filthy as a Turk.
This badinage the poor wretch took with stoical good grace;
In fact, he smiled as tho he thought hed struck the proper place.
Come, boys, I know theres kindly hearts among so good a crowd
To be in such good company would make a deacon proud.
Give me a drinkthats what I want Im 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, thats braced me nicely, God bless you one and all;
Next time I pass this good saloon, Ill make another call.
Give you a song? No, I cant do that, my singing days are past;
My voice is cracked, my throats worn out and my lungs are going fast.
Ill tell you a funny story, and a fact, I promise, too.

Say! Give me another whiskey and Ill tell you what Ill 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, thats the scheme and corking whiskey, too.
Well, heres luck, boys and landlord my best regards to you.
Youve treated me pretty kindly and Id 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 youve 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 dont 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 youd 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 shed like to know the man, that had such dreamy eyes.
It didnt 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.
Thats why I took to drink, boys. why, I never see you smile,
I thought youd be amused and laughing all the while.
Why, whats the matter, friend? theres 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 Ill be glad,

And Ill 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!
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Declamation Piece- Conscience
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
I wept, I cried so hard. But this tears cant 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 Luisas face, reflecting in the mirror. You cant get out tonight, Lucille. I heard a
threatening tone from her. I turned to her, but I cant resist at her sharp stare at me. And who
says so, my dear sister? We are to celebrate Mommas death anniversary, you know that dont
you? In a relaxed and condescending voice, I replied well I dont care. Im 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! Dont cross the
road, Luisa, the truck dont Dont DONT!
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!
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Declamation Piece- Murderess
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
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!
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Declamation Piece- Despair of Judas
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
I will rest here, awhile. His face! His face! Not comely now. There is no beauty in it. It is scarred
into my heart. It is burned into my soul and never will it lift from me until I die. Die? Will death
quench the flames which consume me? Traitor, not endless years in hell can even pay the crime of
murdering the son of God.
And last night, he dealt with me so gently. He washed my feet. He bade me to put my hand into
the cup with his, while in my purse there jingled the coins which bought his blood. It was better
for that man that he had never been born. Who? Who but I, who but I, I who betrayed him!
What you do, do it quickly. He knew, and kept my sin a secret.
Friend, where unto have you come, Judas, Judas, do you betray the Son of God with a kiss?
Friend! Friend! He called me his friend. The man I betrayed called me his friend. How hell must
have laughed. Why did not the mountains fall on me?
Why did not the earth gape and swallow me up? Why did not the sea overwhelm me? Friend. Ha!
Ha! Friend. Ha! Ha! Ha! The world will know Judas as the friend.
The world will point to Judas as a by word, and as a pledge of broken faith!
Do you think Judas you can hide from the father of your friend Jesus? Not even in hell can I
escape. Not in the grave for the earth will spurn my corpse. Not in the heavens for Jesus the
friend is there.
What hope for Judas? What hope for Judas? Not even in hell can I escape for he called me devil,
and devils cried out: torment us not, Jesus, Judas, faithless friend, devil, one of whom it would
have been better not to have been born.
There is no hope for you, no hope, no hope
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Declamation Piece- Dirty Hands by John P. Delaney S.J.
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
Im proud of my dirty hands. Yes, they are dirty. And they are rough and knobby and calloused.
And Im proud of the dirt and the knobs and the callouses. I didnt get them that way by playing
bridge or drinking afternoon tea out of dainty cups, or playing the well-advertised Good Samaritan
at charity balls.
I got them that way by working with them, and Im proud of the work and the dirt. Why shouldnt
I feel proud od the work they do these dirty hands of mine?
My hands are the hands of plumbers, of truck drivers and street cleaners; of carpenters;
engineers, machinists and workers in steel. They are not pretty hands, they are dirty and knobby
and calloused. But they are strong hands, hands that make so much that the world must have or
die.
Someday, I think, the world should go down on its knees and kiss all the dirty hands of the working
world, as in the days long past, armored knights would kiss the hands of ladies fair. Im proud of
my dirty hands. The world has kissed such hands. The world will always kiss such hands. Men and
women put reverent lips to the hands of Him who held the hammer and the saw and the plane.
His werent pretty hands either when they chopped trees, dragged rough lumber, and wielded
carpenters tools. They were workingmans hands strong, capable proud hands.
And werent pretty hands when the executioners got through them. They were torn right clean
through by ugly nails, and the blood was running from them, and the edges of the wounds were
raw and dirty and swollen; and the joints were crooked and the fingers were horribly bent in a
mute appeal for love.
They werent pretty hands then, but, O God, they were beautiful those hands of the Savior. Im
proud of those dirty hands, hands of my Savior, hands of God.
And Im proud of my hands too, dirty hands, like the hands of my Savior, the Hands of my God!
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Declamation Piece- Land of Bondage, Land of the Free
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
Once upon a time, the tao owned a piece of land. It was all he owned. But he cherished it, for it
gave him three things, having which, he was content: life, first of all, and liberty, and happiness.
Then one day the Spaniard came and commanded him to pay tribute to the crown of Spain. The
tao paid tribute. And he was silent he was certain that he was still the master of his land.
The Spaniard became rich. But with riches, evil entered into him and he came to the tao a second
time. He read to the tao a formidable document saying: According to this decreto real, which
unfortunately you cannot read, this that you have been paying me is not tribute but rent, for the
land is not yours but mine. The tao paid tribute and said nothing He ceased to be a freeman.
He became a serf. Still the tao held his peace. The rent went up and up. The tao starved.
And this time at last he spoke. Not in words, but with that rustic instrument with which he cleared
the land once his own the bolo. He transformed it from an instrument of tillage to an
instrument of death, and with it drove away the stranger. Then he returned to his field saying:
Now indeed shall I again be master of this land, once my own, but stolen from me by the trickery
of quicker wits than mine.
But the tao was wrong. For the land had another master. This time not a stranger, but his own
countryman grown rich. The tao had a new name, kasama, which to us means partner, but which
to the tao meant still a slave, for once more he suffered from his countrymen the same things he
had suffered from the stranger: the rents, the usury, and all the rest of it.
Yes, the tao returned to his field thinking that he was free. But he soon discovered that he was
still a prisoner. His prison, a two-room shack, rent by every wind, without any comforts, except
that three families have there the privilege to starve. The taos home has become his very prison.
Its doors, if you can call them such, are wide open. It is a prison nonetheless. For the tao is bound
to it, not with chains of steel, but with a stronger chain his honor. To this day, the tao remains
a slave, a prisoner of the usurer.
No wonder, then that tao, being a slave, has acquired the habits of a slave. No wonder that after
three centuries in chains, without freedom, without hope, he should lose the erect and fearless
posture of the freeman, and become the bent, misshapen, indolent, vicious, pitiful thing that he
is! Who dares accuse him, who dares rise up in judgement against this man, reduced to this sub-
human level by three centuries of oppression. The tao does not come here tonight to be judged
but to judge! Hear then his accusation and his sentence:
I indict the Spanish encomendero for inventing taxes impossible to bear.
I indict the usurer for saddling me with debts impossible to pay.
I indict the irresponsible radical leaders who undermine, with insidious eloquence, the confidence
of my kind in our government.
You accuse me of not supporting my family. Free me from bondage, and I shall prove you false.
You accuse me of ignorance. But I am ignorant because my master finds it profitable to keep me
ignorant. Free me from bondage, and I shall prove you false.
You accuse me of indolence. But I am indolent not because I have no will, but because I have no
hope. Why should I labor, if all the fruits of my labor go to pay an unpayable debt. Free me from
bondage, and I shall prove you false.
Give me land. Land to own. Land unbeholden to any tyrant. Land that will be free. Give me land
for I am starving. Give me land that my children may not die. Sell it to me, sell it to me at a fair
price, as one freeman sells to another and not as a usurer sells to a slave. I am poor, but I will pay
it! I will work, work until I fall from weariness for my privilege, for my inalienable right to be free!
BUT IF YOU WILL NOT GRANT ME THIS If you will not grant me this last request, this ultimate
demand, then build a wall around your home build it high! build it strong! Place a sentry on
every parapet! for I who have been silent these three hundred years will come in the night when
you are feasting, with my cry and my bolo at your door. And may God have mercy on your soul!
Declamation Piece- Ive been stood up on my
wedding day
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
Ive been stood up on my wedding day! Have you thought of anything more tragic than that? Here
comes the bride, all dressed in white! but where is the groom? My Jonathan?
Fathers eyes were apprehensive Madeline this is preposterous! Didnt I warn you? Is
this what you call maturity and independence at eighteen? I guess we better hurry home!
But this is not how playwrights picture love. Romeo died for Juliet, Pyramus for Thisbe, Han
Suyen called it a many splendored thing! And Princess Margaret gave up the crown for love!
Jonathan wait till I get you. I am determined to pursue an unceasing justification of my

plight! I remember how I fought Father and Mother when first they refused our young
engagement. But how we talked to them about independence and youths self-reliance of the
new breed, ready, willing and able not only to vote at eighteen but also get married at eighteen.
I imagine what my gang mates would say Poor Madeline, she was almost a bride -
! Jonathan must have found out that shes a square! And all Mother can say is This is
most embarrassing!
Indeed, it is. I should have joined the crusaders for blessed singleness. I should have noted what
my father confessor, Fr. Martin, said when I talked about Jonathan and marriage. Madeline,
youre not ready for it. I guess you have to listen to your parents this time! But I didnt! I was
like a spoiled and stubborn child immensely carried away by the now-generations indefatigable
cry for self-assertion! I was like Jane Fonda speaking for the womens lib movement.
That phone keeps on ringing. Alright, Mother, alright, Im answering it. Hello Hello
Hello!! Dont you darling me Mr. Jonathan Anderson may I be privileged to know where were
you at nine oclock sharp this morning? What? Do you know what you did? Well if you dont
then, youll never knew!!!
Ive been stood up on my wedding day because my groom forgot and fell asleep. Marriage at
eighteen how do you like that?
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Declamation Piece- I KILLED HIM BECAUSE I LOVED HIM
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
Honorable judge, gentlemen of the jury, people of the Philippines judge me, am I guilty or not
guilty?
But before you sentence me to death let me tell you my story.
There was a young girl seventeen years of age with curvaceous body 36, 24, 26, a long hair and
sizzling eyes being rich as she was she studied at an exclusive school.
Oh my gosh! I met this guy, hes the best player in our basketball team, and hes the heartthrob of
our school. OH my gosh! His name? Guess what? who? Robbie Satillian isnt sweet? Oh my gosh we
became friends. We became friends. Later more than that after one year of relationship, we
decided to settle down the marriage that cut-off the ties of our families and since his parents
disagree thats why he was not supported on his studies. So I decided to give up my studies and
work as a sales lady in the supermarket.
Then one night he returned home, he asked for money but I cant gave him for I just gave him last
night, so he walked out the door and the next day he returned home, he was cold as ever and hard
as a stone.
One day his graduation came I was so happy. I expected
Robbie to invite me but he never said a word. I didnt mind it. I still attend his graduation
ceremony and when his name was called with a degree of medicine a suma cum laude Robi
Santillan, I shouted with glee! When i stood up I was shocked when another girl stood up, and gave
that medal to him. Im supposed to give that medal and pin that ribbon, because Im his wife, Im
his wife right? I AM HIS WIFE!
With that unpleasant thought fain when he returned home that night, I confronted him. Robbie,
who was that girl? I asked. He answered, Its none of your business he said but Robbie Im your
wife, Youre just my wife Robbie how could you do this to me? I gave up my studies and worked
as a sales lady and this? This is how you payback? I have to leave, he said and when he had
packed his this things I decided to get my 45 mm revolver.
Robbie, you cant just leave me (pointing the gun to his face) You can just leave me, Robbie.
You cant just do this honey. be calm, be calm.No, no, no you cant just leave me, Robbie.
You cant just do this.
But he still decided to go and I did threw worst in my whole painstaking life Mr. Robbie Santillian
with a degree of medicine a Suma cumlaude you will pay all my labors and sacrifices
BANG! , BANG! I shot him Robbie.I had killed him.I had killed him with my bare hands..
huhuhu Im so sorry.
And now honorable judge gentlemen of the jury people of the Philippines judge me am i guilty or
not guilty?
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Tags: graduation ceremony, sales lady
Declamation Piece- JUVENILE DELINQUENT
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
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 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 cant 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 thats not what
you can see in me.
Heres a young girl who needs counsel to enlighten her way and guidance to strengthen her life
into contentment.
Honorable judge, friends and teachersis this the girl whom you commented a juvenile
delinquent?.
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Declamation Piece- AM I TO BE BLAMED?
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
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?
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Declamation Piece- Taken For Granted
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
Christians? Christians?
Have you heard that call? Theyre looking for me. Thats definitely me. Youre in doubt and Why?
You want me to give you proofs? Oh! Thats 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 youre telling me that you are in doubt?
How dare you to question me?
Cant you see? Or Are you blind? I am the true definition of a Christian. Youre so pathetic; you
dont have the right to question me that way.
What?! You want to ask me more?! Ill think about it for a second. Hmhm Ok! Im sure Ill be
able to answer all your questions fluently. Go Ask me.
Youre 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 thats 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?! Im not a liar. Im telling you the truth in fact I went to church last three Sundays straight
and Oh my Gosh Cris is in the stage hes starting to play the guitar.
Ooops I slip!
Ok fine. I went to church three times straight without absent b-because of Cris. Hes cute, hes
talented. And Im still there for the Lord.
Liar? Im not a liar. I am still a Christian. It so happen that I dont have any projects that Sunday.
Ahhh! Fake?! Im not a fake Christian; at least I go to church.

Dont shout! Ahhh! I said Im not a fake Christian, I-I-I pray every other day. At least 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 dont know what Christianity is?
Ok! I go to church not because of Christ but because of Chris! Im sleeping every time there is a
sermon because I only love the music. I dont read my Bible because I guess thats boring. I sing
Jesus, I surrender I draw nearer, I fall down but the truth Im 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 worksI dont 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 dont 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, hes been good to
me. But I always take him for granted. Im doing things not for his glory but for my own. I should
live for him because he died for me. Im so ashamed now. But Lord you still forgave me. Youre so
good. And you brought me to my knees.
Now Im talking and standing in front of you and I dont 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 hes been
waiting for you too If you believe you have him, you may now shout what Carman once wrote
Jesus is the Champion.
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Declamation Piece- BAD GIRL
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
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 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 & 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! 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, mah-
jong tables, bars and night clubs. You even landed on the headline of the newspaper 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, youve got to help me! Help me! Oh pleaseHelp me!
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Declamation Piece- I KILLED HER
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
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 dont 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 Ive 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 couldnt even use it at my mothers pain.
Then one night, I heard a strange cry. I run to her room. Do you love me, child? she asked, 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.. Dont leave, I love you. It was only a distilled
water..Mother
Mother. MOTHER
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!!!
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Declamation Piece- Vengeance is Not Ours, Its Gods
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
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
Nippons discover our peaceful home? Mother ran to Fathers side pleading. Please, Luis, hide in
the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you, I pulled my fathers 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, Ill have vengeance, vengeance! No, Oscar. Vengeance,
its Gods, said mother.
But I cried out vengeance. I was like a pent-up volcano. Vengeance is mine not the Lords. No,
Oscar. Vengeance is not ours, its Gods 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, its Gods. . . . Its. . . . Gods. . Its
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DECLAMATION PIECE- A GLASS OF COLD WATER
JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
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 dance 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!
wedding day
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most embarrassing!
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guilty?
as a stone.
huhuhu Im so sorry.
not guilty?
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sweet potatoes.
you can see in me.
into contentment.
delinquent?.
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that.
Ooops I slip!

do so.
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JUN 1
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water..Mother
Mother. MOTHER
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goodbye.

hide-out.
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JUN 1
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she was young.
for the party!
Hmp! Thats my mama
happened.
get it.
wedding day
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most embarrassing!
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guilty?
as a stone.
huhuhu Im so sorry.
not guilty?
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JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz

sweet potatoes.
you can see in me.
into contentment.
delinquent?.
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JUN 1
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JUN 1
Posted by jhonerliz
that.
Ooops I slip!

do so.
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JUN 1
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water..Mother
Mother. MOTHER
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goodbye.

hide-out.
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she was young.
for the party!
Hmp! Thats my mama
happened.
get it.
Mothers Sacrifice
My mom only had one eye. I hated her she was such an embarrassment. My mom
ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell anything
for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment. There was this one day
during elementary school.
I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could
she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school
Your mom only has one eye?! and they taunted me.
I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom,
Mom, why dont you have the other eye?! Youre only going to make me a
laughingstock. Why dont you just die? My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little
bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what Id wanted to say all
this time. Maybe it was because my mom hadnt punished me, but I didnt think that I
had hurt her feelings very badly.
That night I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was
crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at
her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was
something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who
was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become
successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.
Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got
accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I
bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now Im living happily as a successful
man. I like it here because its a place that doesnt remind me of my mom.
This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see
me What?! Whos this?! It was my mother Still with her one eye. It felt as if the
whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my moms eye.
And I asked her, Who are you? I dont know you!! as if I tried to make that real. I
screamed at her How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! Get out of
here now!! And to this, my mother quietly answered, oh, Im so sorry. I may have
gotten the wrong address, and she disappeared. Thank goodness she doesnt
recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasnt going to care, or think
about this for the rest of my life.
Then a wave of relief came upon me one day, a letter regarding a school reunion
came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After
the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a housejust out of
curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single
tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand. it was a letter to me.
She wrote:
My son,
I think my life has been long enough now. And I wont visit Seoul anymore but
would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss
you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I
decided not to go to the school. For you Im sorry that I only have one eye, and I
was an embarrassment for you.
You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a
mother, I couldnt stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye so I gave
you mine I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my
place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times
that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, its because he loves me. I miss the
times when you were still young around me.
I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.
My World Shattered. I hated the person who only lived for me . I cried for My Mother,
I didnt know of any way that will make up for my worst deeds
Moral: Never Ever hate anyone for their disabilities. Never disrespect your parents,
dont ignore and under estimate their sacrifices. They give us life, they raise us better
than they had been, they give and keep trying to give better than they ever had. They
never wish unwell for their kids even in their wildest dreams. They always try showing
right path and being motivator. Parents give up all for kids, forgive all mistakes made
by kids. There is no way to repay what they done for kids, all we can do is try giving
what they need and it is just time, love and respect.

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No God will be disappointed to you, she said.

Twas a balmy summer evening and a goodly crowd was there,

Give me a drinkthats what I want Im out of funds, you know,

Ill tell you a funny story, and a fact, I promise, too.

Youve treated me pretty kindly and Id like to tell you true

I was a painter, not one that daubed on bricks and wood,

I was working on a portrait, one afternoon in May,

Say, boys, if you give me just another whiskey Ill be glad,

Another drink, and with chalk in hand, the vagabond began

Audience, let me explain, please.

Hi, Brenda! Can I drive you home?

Somebody, help me, please! Please, please! Help! Help!

What you do, do it quickly. He knew, and kept my sin a secret.

There is no hope for you, no hope, no hope

I indict the Spanish encomendero for inventing taxes impossible to bear.

I indict the usurer for saddling me with debts impossible to pay.

Jonathan wait till I get you. I am determined to pursue an unceasing justification of my

But before you sentence me to death let me tell you my story.

One day his graduation came I was so happy. I expected

Am I a juvenile delinquent? Im a teenager; Im young, young at heart in mind. In this position, Im

Please let me go, let me go home before you imprisoned me.

Who told you to doubt that I am a Christian?

How dare you to question me?

Ahhh! Fake?! Im not a fake Christian; at least I go to church.

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.

I run to my room and came back with a syringe.

Mother, forgive me. God, please understand me.

Judge me.. Punish me

GO, punish me.. Thy will be done!!!

Then suddenly, we heard a voice call, Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . .

Beep-beep!A-huh! Here they are! Yes, Im coming!

Child, are you still there?

Hmp! Thats my mama

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!

Jonathan wait till I get you. I am determined to pursue an unceasing justification of my

But before you sentence me to death let me tell you my story.

One day his graduation came I was so happy. I expected

Am I a juvenile delinquent? Im a teenager; Im young, young at heart in mind. In this position, Im

Please let me go, let me go home before you imprisoned me.

Who told you to doubt that I am a Christian?

How dare you to question me?

Ahhh! Fake?! Im not a fake Christian; at least I go to church.

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.

I run to my room and came back with a syringe.

Mother, forgive me. God, please understand me.

Judge me.. Punish me

GO, punish me.. Thy will be done!!!

Then suddenly, we heard a voice call, Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . . Consuelo. . . . Oscar. . . .

Beep-beep!A-huh! Here they are! Yes, Im coming!

Child, are you still there?

Hmp! Thats my mama

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!

Jonathan wait till I get you. I am determined to pursue an unceasing justification of my

But before you sentence me to death let me tell you my story.

One day his graduation came I was so happy. I expected