When I was young they told me
and the others
not to fall in with the “bad crowd.”
The “bad crowd” were
the ones who did drugs
and made up stories on street corners
The ones who did not
finish their homework,
and then challenged
the teachers who punished them.
The ones who would grow up to
question their place,
and question their role
in the system.
I was young
and listened with wide-eyed
pig-tailed, white socked
at the thought of these misfits
who dared challenge the nice teachers
who gave me biscuits and uniforms and homework.
I was young
and lapped up the spittle they
fired into my head;
absorbed like a new sponge
so all my little crevices
were filled with good and the good.
never to get in with “the bad crowd,”
never to do drugs
never to make up stories
never to hand in homework late
and never to frequent street corners at night.
I vowed never to challenge-
for surely the system must be benefiting me?
why would the nice teachers
tell me to slot in without a
Why would they do that?
I pondered extensively and in all my
blonde haired, rosy cheeked
was finally satisfied that I was in good hands;
there was no call to challenge.
and I laugh at my own
(Written in 2001)
3 thoughts on “The “bad crowd””
I really liked this, but I must admit that as a teacher, I actually enjoyed the rascals who spoke out in class.
I’ll add that they were the only ones to say hello to me outside school.
I’ve no idea what they’re doing now, I do hope their naughtiness has kept them alive in this grey world that we’ve made for ourselves.
PS Was 2001 before or after the hospital?
School – ugh! I prefer to think of it as a ‘consciousness-rendering plant.’ It really ate into my reading and drawing time. 😉
Further, my inability to be ‘slotted in’, while, in reality, an expression of something positive in me, still caused me to carry a feeling of failure for years. In fact, to this day I struggle with feeling whole and worthy due to not getting the people-processing stamp of approval. It’s an insidious business!