Declamation Piece Requests: GRANTED
Hey there. So I said that I won’t be entertaining declamation piece requests. But then I was moved by some of the comments of my dear readers and blog visitors that I can’t help but grant them. I feel happy knowing that I was able to be of help.
So today, I would be posting some but I would have to redirect you to the source. I don’t want to get all the credit so I have to route you to where I really got the pieces.
This post is for you, guys. (:
** Disclaimer: Again, I want to remind everyone that I am not the author of any of the declamation pieces that will be posted here.
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… " Can’t 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 work…Here’s 500 pesos,
go and ask your teacher about that question…
I Killed Him Because I Love Him
Honourable judge, gentlemen of the jury, people of the Philippines judge me, am I guilty or not guilt?
But before you sentence me to death let me tell you my story.
There was a young girl seventeen years of age with a 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. He's the best player in our basketball team, and he's the heartthrob of our school.
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.
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