A Glass of Cold Water
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 said that I look like my mother. But that when she was young. Now, I am much lovelier than she is. I’m a mortal Venus. Oops! What time is it? I must get ready for the party! Beep-beep…!A-huh! Here they are! Yes, I’m coming!
"Child, are you still there?"
"Hmp! That’s my mama"
"Child, are you still there? Will you please get me a glass of cold water?" "Mama, I’m 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 can’t leave the party at once. I have to dance with everybody who proposed to me. At last, the party is over. I’m very tired. Very, very tired. So, I went home to tell mama what happened.
"Mama, I’m home! It’s very quiet. "Mama, I’m home!" Nobody answers. Where is she? I looked for her in the sala, but she’s 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!
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!
Entrusted me to a yaya, whose intelligence 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 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 pokers, mahjong tables, bars and night clubs.
You even landed on the headline of the newspaper as crooks, peddlers and racketeers.
Now, you call my name; accusing me of things that 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!
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Taken For Granted
Have you heard that call? They’re looking for me. That’s definitely me. You’re in doubt and Why? You want me to give you proofs? Oh! That’s 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 you’re telling me that you are in doubt?
How dare you to question me?
Can’t you see? Or Are you blind? I am the true definition of a Christian. You’re so pathetic; you don’t have the right to question me that way.
What?! You want to ask me more?!… I’ll think about it for a second. Hmhm… Ok! I’m sure I’ll be able to answer all your questions fluently. Go… Ask me….
You’re 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 that’s fine with the Lord.
Why?! I-I-I have a project every other Sunday. Yes r-r-right, I have a project. The Lord...
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