Hip

Published February 3, 2017 | By admin

by Nicole Poirier

So maybe I should have been born earlier.

Hypnotized. Eyes of Kaleidoscopes.

Tie-dyed bandanas

around my forehead,

beads in my hair,

and flowers engraved on my skin.

When anything goes,

and you are not judged

for stepping on your pants,

wearing shredded shirts,

and no bra to boot

I’d wear my hair naturally wild

with attitude.

I’d dance in the rain with no umbrella

and free daisies haloed on my head.

But I will only fantasize

as I look through old photographs of mom and dad

and their bellbottoms,

their platforms,

their beaded belts.

And maybe I’ll remind them

how cool and hip they were,

when they threaten to shorten my pants.

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