"Bad Girl"

Hey! Every Body seems to be you call my name; accuse me in

staring at me.. You! You! All of everything I do to myself? Tell
you! How dare you to stare at me! How good you are? If you
me? Why? Is it because I’m a really wish to ensure my future
bad girl? A bad girl I am, A good Then hurry….hurry back home!
for nothing teen ager, a problem Where I await you, because I
child? That’s what you call me! I need you… Protect me from all
smoke. I drink. I gamble at my evil influences that will threaten
young tender age. I lie. I cheat, at my very own understanding…
and I could even kill, if I have But if I am bad, really bad…
too. Yes, I’m a bad girl, but then, you’ve got to help me!
where are my parents? You! Help me! Oh please…Help me!
You! You are my good parents?
My good elder brother & sister
in this society were 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,
 “Am I to be Blamed?”

They’re chasing me, they’re were in my place, you’ll do it,

chasing, no they must not catch won’t you Captain? What? you
me, I have enough money now, won’t still believe in me?. Come
yes enough for my starving and I’ll show you a dilapidated
mother and brothers. Please let shanty by a railroad. Mother,
me go, let me go home before mother I’m home, mother?
you imprisoned me. Very well, mother?!. There Captain, see my
officers? take me to your dead mother. Captain? there are
headquarters. Good morning tears in your eyes? now pack
captain! no captain, you are this stolen money and return it
mistaken, I was once a good to the owner. What good would
girl, just like the rest of you this do to my mother now? she’s
here. Just like any of your already gone! Do you hear me?
daughters. But time was, when I she’s already gone. Am I to be
was reared in slums. But we blamed for the things I have
lived honestly, we lived honestly done?
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