I'm pretty sure there's some high percentage statistic that says there are x amount of artists in America that don't get the jobs they study for in college. X amount of artists that are currently unemployed. Being the over achiever that I am, I thought not going to college would be my worst nightmare. In fact it's not and it still continues to act as a laser surgery with the results of seeing everything clearer than a 24/24 vision. Seriously, I've seen the light and I touched it too. Cuz you see I cheated, I pissed and I'm an outlaw of the system. And mind you this blog isn't intended to encourage dropping out of college or not going to college at all. But just take a second and walk with me on the highest point of bipolar, ecstasy or whatever make believe drug I'm on, cuz I could seriously fly right now writing this.
For me it was the idea of infinite amount of freedom while being tied up. After receiving my diploma I went out in the real world looking for a job and still nothing yet. I went out in the fashion industry working my ass off for free. I saw the glamour props and I would come back home and see how my parents, sisters and brothers who graduated with a college degree are still busting their butts to put food on the table. I realized the system had us all locked down and no matter what, we had to follow it to survive. Not win, but just to still breath. It's a fool's dream to actually think we can win without some sort of sacrifice. A giving of the soul, the only thing that matters. And we didn't and I wouldn't give it. Indeedy I grew up. I look in the mirror and I see the wrinkles on my face, and I know that I don't want to do this anymore.
I witnessed my friends going off to college from majoring in fashion associates to training to be veterinarians?? Somewhere down the line after their pockets have been emptied out their eyes opened and they saw the world.As much as it may seem like this is some hippy dippy place we're living in... it's not.
Our education is taking advantage of us instead of the other way around. They offer things to us like candy and then before we know it our teeth rots. "Sure, here you go. Go to college for four years, earn your degree, learn a skill and the rest is up to you...but of course your money and everything that matters is ours." Then you graduate and the world turns it's back on you. If not now, then wait till you try to retire.
So I thought and I still continue to think " how the hell can I reach my goal without allowing the system to eff me over?" Then I laugh and laugh and laugh even harder at my tied up hands and realize that freedom is mine. I understood everything. I had my blue print. "College?"...sure. "Achievement?"...even better. For once I can say God bless my soul for not going and giving me time to see it all. Cuz you see... I already cheated. I'm an outlaw of the system. I pissed and will try to continue to piss on my canvas. I have the cheat sheet memorized and it only takes a minute for you to memorize it too.
Shackles on my feet: A die hard rebellious poem or whatever you wanna call it in the heat of the moment
You think you own me. But the only thing you own are the shackles on my feet.
You think you own me. But the only thing you own are the ropes of this place
you call society wrapped around my wrist and the product of your own security
plastered around my mouth. You think you know my fate. But I'll tell you something.
I know yours better than you think you know mines. Yea, that's what you think...
But the problem with your thinking is that you don't know who's puppet show this is
and you wouldn't realize that there are strings sewn into the skin of your hands even
if you look up and see who's pulling them. You don't even know that your playing the
supporting role and that the main actress is sitting on the hard ground of your jail and
the death of your character is soon to be. Yea, you don't even know... Your clueless about
the surprising twist to this story. That I am sitting right in front of you, but only a mere
illusion to you already disarranged mind. In fact you have no clue that i already ran as
fast as I can, accomplished what I needed to do, and saved who I needed to save. I
already talked to the puppet master himself and only realized that the key in your hand
to the shackles on my feet is a prop to the only chance you get to the 15 seconds of fame.
Yea you don't even know...
