IMPACT OF EDUCATION IN LOS ANGELES
Written by I, Juan Cerros
THE LOVE SONG OF J. MANUEL CRUFROCK
I THE SCHOOL YARD
Thrown into a school yard, a system of schooling
I didn’t have a voice
I didn’t even know I had a voice and anyways
My lungs wouldn’t be able to project a cry loud enough for anyone to hear if I had to let one out For whatever reason
But I didn’t need too
I was relaxed
Living
I was a kid
I wasn’t a wilde childe, I can tell you that for sure
Never a bad mark to be put on any sort of “permanent” file
Everyday was the same
Language and its arts started the day
Numbers and pie charts that made me think of McDonald’s apple pies, only because of the word “pie”
And then the arts, it was always last and it was always most entertaining
But the same every day
Everyday it was the same
I’ll tell you what I did yesterday by telling you what I’ll do tomorrow
Although I will say that the only thing that changed was that slit on my forehead
It grew larger and more open pretty soon it was a large open whole
As far as my pre-pubescent body was concerned, all I was told was true and straight forward.
What good does it do me reminiscing about it now
II A ROLLING STONE
“when you ain’t got nothing, you ain’t got nothing to lose”
Bob Dylan, “Like a Rolling Stone”
Took everything out of context in middle school
Everything
Middle School
Problems came
Teenage rage without a cage
I wasn’t looked after
I was torn apart
They noticed me about as much as a turd notices exactly what anus it comes out of
ALIENATED!
Complete and utter alienation
They weren’t paying attention
They were looking at the television instead of watching it
Listening to music before hearing it
Hearing music before they were listening to it
Shit
To them
I wasn’t even a bit of shit
Let me tell you now listener
I was ISOLATED!
All of us from one another
I
Second to the left of each other
And everyday
Some shiny tool pricked and pricked away at my brain
New perverse thoughts
Homework set aside for later
My grades slipped, wonder why
But they tried to catch me
Extended a basketball hoop to me
Maybe they do care
But they didn’t catch me
I could of sworn they caught me…
Holy shit of Mother Mary jr. high was fucken awful
III The Lobotomy
I was a freshman nobody
A sophomore somebody
A junior anybody
A senior realized lobotomized
Politics
Philosophy
Literature
Science
Faith
Spirituality
Emotionful
Selfless
Faithful
Faithless
I was a naked lunch
I was aware
OVERWHELMED
EYES WIDE OPEN
But education and structure and establishment society and morals, as Chief calls it, are all the Big Nurse
Isn’t this ironic
Get this straight okay
For years I was taught to write a certain way then taught it’s okay to not write that way I was taught
I would be shitted on years ago if I would have thought of a concept radical as thought
I was fed an “education” forcefully for years
It was all force fed now only to be left to rot
“Don’t swear”
Cock shit to that
“Respect your elders”
The ones that beat me, respect those
The ones that beat me…
The only elders I respect are the wise ones
The ones that’ll be gone next year
The ones that were fucked in the ass by a system of they once believed in and trusted
FUCKED for good
The Big Nurse did me good
It fucked me over without literally laying a finger on me but she literarily laid a good assfuck on me
What could I do
I’m a senior
On my way out for good
I’m falling from the sky
My wax wings no longer wings or wax
It’s too late to do shit
Now my scar has healed over and my brain has regained its frontal lobe
But it’s all a little too late now
LAUSD
Neglected me
Censored me
Fucked me
Drove me insane… insane as all those other crazy assholes on the streets
They gave me a lobotomy
And I didn’t even see it coming.