INSTRUCTIONS:

1. Choose among the three declamation piece to for your output for the 1 st
quarter.
2. You need to memorize the piece that you will choose.
3. You will be rate according to the rubrics below.
 “Am I to be Blaimed?”

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 food 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 breath
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 Gir”l

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 sisters 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 nanny, 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, peddlers, and rackeeters.

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 threaten 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!

 “The Plea of an Aborted Fetus”

LE THIS PRECIOUS ANGELS LIVE!

“SET ME FREE, LET ME LIVE. I DESERVE TO BE BORN. I WANT TO LIVE FOR

HEAVENS SAKE,HAVE PITY.”

Ladies and gentleman, dear fathers and mother, listen to my plea, listen to my story.
I could have been the 17th Lady President of the Philippines Republic, had you given
me the chance to live, had you not deprived me of my life, had you not taken away
my privileges to be born.

Some eleven years ago, a healthy ovum started to generate in the womb of a
woman with six other children. My coming should be a herald of joy, a symbol of love
incarnate but to my mommy it was a burden, a problem, an additional mouth to feed.
To Dad, it was a mistake, an effect of Mom’s carelessness for not taking the
contraceptive pills.

One gloomy day in June, my unexpected coming was confirmed. It was a painful
decision. I could sense the imminent danger as Mom got inside the abortion room. I
was an unwanted child. No one loved me. No one cared. I was a rejected being, a
tiny bump slowly forming into a human being with human soul. I was already alive,
kicking, struggling. My heart was already beating and my thumb had already the
unique mark. As I was holding on to my mother’s womb, a splash of heat came all
over me. I writhed in extra pain.

…Mom, why have you done this to me? Am I not the flesh of your own flesh, the
blood of your own blood?

The rubbed suction caught my tiny limbs and mercilessly twisted it slowly cutting it
from my body. I struggled for my life 1,2,3 and the first part of me came out.

… Mom, why have you permitted this to me?” Am I not Dad’s pledge of love to you?

Then it was followed by another rubber suction sucking the other part moving it with
force until both were fully amputated.

..”Mom, why have you done this to me? Am I not God’s image you promised to love
and protect?

Then I felt shaken once, twice, several time until I do not know anymore what has
been going around. I gushed forth my last breath…

Then came the final blow, my head… the abortion termed as No, I was totally cut
from torso total annihilation.

GONE IS MY CHANCE TO LEAD A HEALTHY NORMAL LIFE.

GONE IS MY CHANCE TO BEHOLD THE MANY LOVELY THINGS GOD
CREATED FOR US.

GONE IS THE PROMISE OF A BLISSFUL LIFE