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Am I a juvenile delinquent?

I'm a teenager, I'm young, young at


heart in mind. In this position, I'm carefree, I enjoy doing nothing
but to drink the wine of pleasure. I seldom go to school, nobody
cares!. But instead you can see me roaming around. Standing at
the nearby canto (street). Or else standing beside a jukebox stand
playing the nerve tickling bugaloo.Those are the reasons, why
people, you branded me delinquent, a juvenile delinquent.
My parents ignored me, my teachers sneered at me and my
friends, they neglected me. One night I asked my mother to teach
me how to appreciate the values in life. Would you care what she
told me? "Stop bothering me! Can't you see? I had to dress up for
my mahjong session, some other time my child". I turned to my
father to console me, but, what a wonderful thing he told me.
"Child, here's 500 bucks, get it and enjoy yourself, go and ask
your teachers that question".
And in school, I heard nothing but the echoes of the voices of my
teachers torturing me with these words. "Why waste your time in
studying, you can't even divide 100 by 5! Go home and plant
sweet potatoes".
I may have the looks of Audrey Hepburn, the calmly voice of
Nathalie Cole. But that's not what you can see in me. Here's a
young girl who needs counsel to enlighten her way and guidance
to strenghten her life into contentment.
Honorable judge, friends and teachers...is this the girl whom you
commented a juvenile delinquent?.

THE PLEA OF AN ABORTED FETUS


Set me free. Let me live, I deserve to be born, I want to live. For heavens's sake, have pity.
Ladies and Gentlemen, dear fathers and mothers, listen to my plea, listen to my story. I could
have been the 17th Lady President of the Philippines Republic, had you given me the chance to
live, had you not deprived me of my life, had you not taken away my privilege to be born.
Some eleven years ago, a healthy ovum started to generate in the womb of a woman with six
other children. My coming should be a herald of joy, a symbol of love incarnate but to my
mommy it was a burden, a problem, an additional mouth to feed. To Dad, it was a mistake, an
effect of mom's carelessness for not taking the contraceptive pills.
One gloomy day in June, my unexpected coming was confirmed. It was a painful decision. I
could sense the imminent danger as Mom got inside the abortion room. I was an unwanted
child. no one loved me. No one cared. I was a rejected being, a tiny lump slowly forming into
human being with human soul. I was already beating and my thumb had already the unique
mark. As I was holding strongly to my mother's womb a splash of heat came over me. I writhed
in extreme pain.
-Mom, why have you done this to me? Am I not the flesh of your own flesh, the blood of your
own blood?
The rubber suction caught my tiny limbs and mercilessly twisted it slowly cutting it from my
body. I struggled for my life. 1,2,3 and the first part of me came out.
-Mom, why have you permitted this? Am I not Dad's pledge of love to you? Then it was followed
by another rubber suction sucking the other part moving it with force until both were fully
amputated.
-Mom, why have you done this to me? Am I not God's image you promised to love and protect?
Then I felt shaken once, twice, several times until I do not know anymore what has been going
around. I gushed forth my breath. . .
Then came the final blow, my head- the abortionist termed as No. I was totally cut from my
torso; total annihilation.
Gone is my chance to lead a healthy normal life.
Gone is my chance to behold the many lovely things God created for us

Gone is the promise of a blissful life.


Gone, gone forever.