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California State University, Dominguez Hills
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Created: September 6, 2002
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    From CRMJ/SOCA 363: Corrections

    Latanya Woods wrote on Tuesday, November 29th:
    Two poems

    After, talking about incarcerated parents in corrections class and doing research on the fathers, I decided to write some poems from the child's perspective. Many times they are forgotten or not heard, so I wanted to incorporate their feelings.

    "I Hate You"

    I hate you dad
    Do you know what happened?
    Lil sis got into a fight
    Crazy Aunt Claire moved in with us
    Mommie is doing drugs
    And I am in a gang
    Why did you go to prison?
    Left your family here to riot
    Do you even care?
    I see you through a glass
    And you laugh
    Telling me it will be alright
    You bastard!
    I hope your life is a disaster
    You not a man or a father
    How can you stand to look at yourself
    Without thinking of me, your son
    I hope your happy now
    I got shot
    A drug deal gone bad
    All I wanted was love
    You lived to see me die
    Don't cry
    It's your fault
    I hate you dad



    "I Have Nothin Left"

    Where are you?
    Mom said you were bad
    So they put you in prison
    Isn't that where all the bad people go
    Then you aint pose to be there
    Your my father
    The one I look up to
    The one who said stay in school
    The one I turned to when I fought Johnny
    You said I was a fool
    So why are you there?
    Mom always cry
    There aint never no food on the table
    We aint even got no money
    She should go to prison with you
    Yall don't care about me
    I will put an end to ya misery
    Momma said being in prison drives a man insane
    Well dad you being there made me run away

    Thanks for reading,

    latanya -- can you read these poems to the class?

    Rebecca Rydzenski wrote on Wednesday, November 30th:
    Class Theme Song

    Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne

    Crazy, but that's how it goes
    Millions of people living as foes
    Maybe it's not to late
    To learn how to love
    And forget how to hate

    Mental wounds not healing
    Life's a bitter shame
    I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

    I've listened to preachers
    I've listened to fools
    I've watched all the dropouts
    Who make their own rules
    One person conditioned to rule and control
    The media sells it and you have the role

    Mental wounds still screaming
    Driving me insane
    I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

    I know that things are going wrong for me
    You gotta listen to my words
    Yeh-h

    Heirs of a cold war
    That's what we've become
    Inheriting troubles I'm mentally numb
    Crazy, I just cannot bear
    I'm living with something that just isn't fair

    Mental wounds not healing
    Who and what's to blame
    I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

    If I had to pick a theme song for Corrections, class, this would be it. The title itself, "Crazy Train," is just like Victor Hassine's metaphor about the derailed train. Then, as you read the lyrics, in almost all of the documentaries we watched, almost all of the chapters from Haas and Alpert that we read, and almost all of the discussions we had, there is something out of every verse that can apply to the course. For example, blaming society can be applied to, I've listened to preachers; I've listened to fools; I've watched all the dropouts; Who make their own rules; One person conditioned to rule and control; The media sells it and you have the role. Many of the prisoners looked to blame other people for how they turned out. In this song, it lists all of the influences affecting action. Another example is when Ozzy says, "Mental wounds still screaming; driving me insane." In many of the readings and documentaries, it discusses how prisoners go insane. I really cannot think of any other song that more applies to this class. Can you?

    rebecca -- although longer than usual, have you posted this to the yahoo discussion group for feedback?.



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    From CRMJ 365 : Race, Crime, Law

    Brian Divito wrote on Thursday, December 1st:
    Five Poems

    #1

    10
    Fingers and toes when I was born
    9, 8
    Tell my maker not to wait
    7, 6, 5
    Dead man walking, but I was never alive
    4
    Phone rings, chaplain comes through the door
    3
    three plungers pushing that cocktail into me
    2
    tightening up, I ain't sorry for you
    1
    With that breath my lungs are done

    #2

    Fade to black, and that's the start
    Drugs, guns, cash and bitches
    School, love, friends and heart
    Which one you think makes my riches?
    Two choices fool, that's all you get
    Pick one fool, it's a fifty fifty bet
    Well guess what punk there's more to me than that
    They are as much foils as they are an aluminum bat
    Anyone can be anything so don't you forget
    Black and white ain't no fifty fifty bet

    #3

    Stand tall young lad and you will see the best has yet to come
    Stand tall against the awkward breeze that draws life to numb
    For as Winter's breath will blow you Spring
    The good wind comes and happiness it will bring

    Summer yields to Autumn's glory
    Its bold colors tell a hopeful story
    A falling leaf hits the ground, food for years to come
    Not a deathly march as one would think, but good for all and some

    Summer's desire is bold and great, but not a perfect test
    In beauty and in life, the blooming flower is blessed
    A raw seeds struggle to flowers bloom, a wondrous curtain call
    But as life goes in, the seed must rest as Summer turns to Fall

    Winter is a resting time, and often is quite dreary
    Flakes shall fall and words shall call, and one cannot see clearly
    This time it is not lasting, and together we will pass
    And once more Spring's aspire, will show up green as grass

    The seasons know that life's oft ill course leaves a lot to be desired
    But just when our leaves are down and all we feel is tired
    A warming glow upon our face and at once we are inspired
    Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter their cycle is a life admired

    #4

    Perception abound, trickster it is
    Race knot want not, want not race
    Its up to me, who you be
    You can be what is up to me
    A Valjean or a 24601
    Matters not to you
    Cause my perception's true
    #5

    The case of the scarecrow comes to mind
    But what is held as truer than true
    Stuff a case, say with straw, prop it right side up
    It will do as you wish and scare the crow away

    Now what of the crawling type, whatever must you do
    The birds of prey come calling naught for they all fear the ruse
    And as your work come crumbling down you only have to think
    The crow itself is not what to fear when all may go awry

    brian -- five poems all at the same time?

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