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 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!
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!
"Text me not"
by Julieta S. Abalos
A mother said to her daughter, "Don't text me. Never. Never do it. I want to hear
your voice. Your voice so sweet and dear to my ears. The text is not enough to
answer me that you are so fine, strong and happy. I want to hug and kiss you.
Once more, it's you not the text.
But the daughter dear replied, "Mother you cannot walk, run or ride this
technology age. You have to fly to be in it. Take off the sentimentality. Be
contented with the text, because I am so busy. I have to text my friends. I have to
answer their text. It's text time. Don't be that emotional mother. Let's talk text
Until one day, the daughter dear came home, "Mama," she cried, "I failed. I did
not pass the examination. I will be retained. I'm very sorry. I was so full with
cellphone text time, computer internet and e-mail." Mother replied, "Now my
dearest, talk to your text, force the computer, internet and e-mail. Let them help
you, and comfort you. Will they answer your problems my dearest?! You must
realize that we have set a crown of roses on your youth and fortified you against
the disasters of your days."
"Oh! Mama! Now I understand, all the technologies cannot change the heart of a
mother and the hearts of all men." the daughter replied. "Let us make the
technology our helpers but not our hearts. Text me not, talk to me." ended
mother.
The Lost Girl Declamation
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 " Cant you see, I have to
hurry up for my
majong session! " So I turned to my
father to console me.
But what a wonderful word he did
tell me
" Child, I have to finish my overtime
workHeres 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 cant even
multiply seven by nine?
Go home and dont bother me!!!"
I am lostconfusedI dont know
what to do with myself
Where are my parents to guide me?
My teachers to give me inspirations?
My friends, when I play?
Im lazy and irresponsible.
When I try to study,
I get punished for not being able to
answer.
Where nowIm 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
"MY REVENGE"
"Never have I thought of reaching this place. All my dreams
turned to reality. I have everything that I wanted. It's great to have
everthing you've worked for."
That's what they all say. All of them are hypocrites, trying to
escape the judgment of the public's eyes. But, they can't fool me. I
know how they got their positions. If only I could expose what I know.
But now is not the right time. I still have to prove something.
I used to be in that position, the greatest prize in the world.
But now, here in the dump, not even remembered, already misunderstood.
I'm just a victim of this judgmental world, never did any harm, just
misunderstood.
If you want to invest, i would be glad to see you. If you don't
have anything good to say, dont dare cross my way. That's just how
it goes. The circulation continues.
When you are rich, everybody wants to get a piece of you. All
of them wants to pull you down. being hot in the public's eyes is critical.
You can't afford to make mistakes, or else, you'll find yourself swimming
in the mud. That's what happened to me. i wasn't careful. One dash of
stain blew everything. It was hard to face the truth. I am down, troubled,
nothing.
What should I say? I should have everything back.
"Mr.Thompson, Do you remember me?"
"How could i forget the company's thief?"
"I'm just a victim of your greed. You made me do it."
"You wanted it, right? Only that you made a wrong move."
"I dont deserve this! You have to pay!"
"You can do nothing now! It's too late!"
It was all black as i remembered. The next thing that i saw was
a man covered in his own blood. Did I succeed? I think so! but no one should
find out. I am closer to what I truly deserve.
Time is up. It's my turn.
Vendetta
Vendetta... Vendetta... Vendetta....Please, please leave me alone!
Stop! Stop! No! No!Leave me alone!
I am free! I know I am free! Hahaha!!!
Do you know me? They call me Vendetta.
They say I am ugly. Well... I am.
I am notdeceived by my looks. I love and know thatI am ugly.
I still remember, yes, we were very rich.
Myfather was the most successful businessman in our place.
Everyone respected him and my mother;
oh she was so lovely thateverybody admired her.
And me? Look atme!
I am so ugly! Everybody hates me!
Theylaugh at me! Everybody loathes me!
Theyspite me! I don't always agree with people, Iam uneducated, I am
unfortunate!
"Vendetta my business associates are coming,
I do not want them to see you.
Doyou understand?"
"Oh Papa, papa, papa! Please!""
No! Do not disobey. Do as I tell you!
I wantyou to stay in your room! S
tay out of sight!
Is this clear?"
"But Papa why are you doing this to me?
Iam your child.
Your flesh and blood, Whyare you so cruel to me?
"No do not say that. Not with that ugly face!
Josefa, Josefa bring that ugly child to her room right now!"
"Oh madam, madam I am so sad. I am so unlucky!
I am so disgusted."
"No Vendetta you are luckier than the street children who have nowhere to go
and donot feel loved"
"Love? Love? Where is love? Am I loved by my parents?
I envy the street children who are poor but are loved.
Me? I may be rich but nobody loves me, nobody cares about me.
"I am really sorry Vendetta.
"One day, I was playing with a child with a lovely place.
Mama got angry, she said to me:
"Vendetta, how many times do I have to tell you to stay in your room?
"She then faced her friends and said:
"She is somebody's child that was asked to stay with us."
"I heard it and it crushed my heart and it kept bleeding!
My own mother despised meand she is not proud of me!
"I wanted to shout, I wanted to cry until I have let out all the anger inside me!
OhGod, why, why do they do this to me?
I love them. I do. I love them.
Ah! I better just run away to a faraway place so that they can see me no more!
Yes! I am certain!I want to be free, free from prejudice, freefrom rejection!
And now judge me and tell me do I have the right to take myself away from
them?
