Rebellion flavored our teen years
embellished with beads, jasmine incense,
peace signs in psychedelic colors,
acoustic guitars, and joints
spicing up strobe-lit bedrooms.
Under the covers at night
we devoured Jackie Collins romances
and Herman Hesse novels
and by day we sang Beatles tunes
and strolled barefoot in the park.
Our faded bell bottoms swept
city streets and Sergeant Pepper
jacket sleeves spanned down
to dirty fingernails, hiding
ID bracelets from our latest loves.
Those were summers of outdoor concerts,
clouds of reefer smoke,
and Ziplocs filled with mescaline pills
Those were the good old days
before cyberspace and cell phones,
when the things kids did could not be tracked
and parents were nowhere to be found.
Causes Diana Raab Supports
Journaling, Writing for Healing, American Foundation For Suicide Prevention,