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Declamation Piece

The declamation piece portrays the desperate plea of a young woman who has turned to crime to support her impoverished family after her father abandoned them and her mother fell ill. She reflects on her past as a good girl and the circumstances that led her to steal, questioning whether she should be blamed for her actions. The piece highlights themes of poverty, loss, and the struggle for survival in a harsh environment.

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Declamation Piece

The declamation piece portrays the desperate plea of a young woman who has turned to crime to support her impoverished family after her father abandoned them and her mother fell ill. She reflects on her past as a good girl and the circumstances that led her to steal, questioning whether she should be blamed for her actions. The piece highlights themes of poverty, loss, and the struggle for survival in a harsh environment.

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Declamation Piece- “AM I TO BE BLAMED?

Jun 1

Posted by jhonerliz

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?

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