Friday, June 04, 2004

Dark Poetry-Responsible Parenting

Dear Mouse,

The mother of the suspect of the murder of a gay movie scribe said that she does not believe that her son could do it.How well does she know her son?

Cosby who lost a son in a petty robbery said:

"I am talking about these people who cry when their son is standing there in an orange suit. Where were you when he was 2? Where were you when he was 12? Where were you when he was 18 and how come you didn't know that he had a pistol? And where is the father?"

Three years ago, a 15 -year old student was expelled from school and was sentenced 90 days at the juvenile hall because of a poem.

The California Supreme Court is going to decide in 90 days whether it is going to uphold the criminal convictions of the teenager. Was he a misunderstood poet or he is a cold-blooded criminal in the making. Was he directing the message to his parents or was he giving away a dark secret? You judge. This is his poem.


Who are these faces around me?

Where did they come from?

They would probably become the next doctors or loirs or something.

All really intelligent and ahead in their game.

I wish I had a choice on what I want to be like they do.

All so happy and vagrant. Each original in their own way.

They Make me want to puke. For I am Dark, Destructive & Dangerous.

I slap on my face of happiness but Inside I am evil!!

For I can be the next kid to bring guns to kill students at school.

So Parents watch your children cuz I'm BACK!!

The CA t


At 11:58 AM, Blogger Dr. Emer said...

Buti pa dyan, Cath. Marunong pa silang tumula bago pagbabarilin mga klasmeyts nila. Malas ka pala kung poet ka at murderer at the same time. Masyadong give-away at no-brainer ang kaso mo. Ayan tuloy, nakakulong sya. At umabot pa ng Supreme Court. Talaga naman. Kulang lang sa palo at pagmamahal yang batang yan. Dapat palayain yan at alagaang mabuti. Yun lang naman talaga ang kulang. Simple. Pero walang makapagbigay. Ang resulta? Nasisiraan sila ng bait.

At 3:06 PM, Blogger rolly said...

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At 3:10 PM, Blogger rolly said...

Ngek, out of curiosity, napindot ko yung drawing sa baba. PAng delete pala yun. Sorry. If in case na delete nga, eto uli yung comment ko. Pasensya na, minsan malikot talaga kamay ko e.

Amg ikinakakaba ko e ang hilig manggaya ng pinoy. Pano kung gayahin ng mga estudyante namin ang mamaril ng titser? Kawawa naman ako. Pihado frontliner ako ngayon at involved ako sa discipline ng mga bata. That makes me shudder.

When I was in Canada a few years back, tumira kami ng misis ko sa pinsan nya for 2 weeks and i noticed medyo sutil ang mga bata dun. Nung hindi makuha ng bunso yung gusto nya, he threatened his father that he was calling the police. I realized later na itinuturo pala sa eskwelahan na if they are being mishandled, they can call the police. Hindi mo sila pwedeng paluin.

At 7:47 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yan din ang takot ko pagnagka-anak na kami. Sabi ni mister may mga gradeschoolers daw may dalang patalim sa school. O kaya may mga bullies raw na talagang nambubugbog kaya mas nakakatakot pa pala kesa sa Pinas. Sa school namin noon pagtakbo lang sa corridor malaking offense na.


At 9:47 PM, Blogger cathcath said...

malayong malayo naman ang mga istudyante dito kaysa diyan. Diyan kahit public schools nakauniform. Dito pumapasok sila kahit hindi naligo at ang mga damit nila ay gusot gusot.Tinatawag pa nila ang kanilang mga teacher by their first names o kaya last names. Ni hindi marunong magsabi ng sorry o excuse me.

Ang mga gang ay marami lalo sa mga area ng mga Itim at
Latino.Meron ding mga Pinoy na ipinanganak na rito .

The CA t

At 2:53 AM, Blogger the_paradox said...

this line of that kid's poem struck me: "I wish I had a choice on what I want to be like they do." the rest of the poem is just a way of masking the sorrow, the feeling of being TRAPPED in an age where nothing makes sense. where NO ONE makes sense to a kid because he believes no one can understand his turmoil. and more importantly, because no one seems to care to even try.

more often than not, it's why kids lash out. "bad publicity is still publicity," eh? attention is not qualified. any form, good or bad, is good enough.

i hesitate to blame parents. for i have long learned the lesson NOT to blame mine, for my two years of rebellion long ago. the first step i took in learning from my mistakes is the realization... that they were MINE. my mistakes. my wrong decisions. that's where confusion recedes and independence and maturity begins.

~+~ ~+~

At 8:16 AM, Blogger cathcath said...

thank u for the great input paradox.
i do not know of anyone who has not passed that phase of life--when you become a rebel without a cause.
I am the Great Rebel in the family and as I look back, I can say the same thing too. External factors such as school, peer, friends, society contribute to the development of the well being of an individual.
For us Filipinos, the parents' share of shaping our moral uprightness is on the high side. We are not just aware of it, but the thing that we rebelled against our parents is the very same thing that we are adopting in bringing up our children...more or less.

The CA t


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