A Letter To My Parents (And Others' Parents) This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Sometimes I wish I was living in the '60s

There was revolution in all aspects of life.

And music and love and freedom.

Everyone was trying to make their point,

And they stood for a cause or meaning.

Only then going "without"

And wearing gobs of beads and funny bell-bottom pants

And hating war and government

And caring for your long hair or afro

And smoking plants

And loving music poetry and love.

And say "dig-it," "hip," "man," "far out" and "psychedelic"

Was conforming to the younger generation.

And where are these people today?

Trying to control our lives.

These are the people who try to criticize us.

These crazy rebellious adults who lived through Woodstock

And Vietnam

And the Beatles, Zeppelin, Hendrix and the Dead.

At least try to understand how we dress and talk.

And want to drive and have strange friends

And why we change the truth

And how we all aren't the "grunge generation."

And why shoes cost $85 and not $10.

And why my hair is blue and my nose is pierced.

Just cope with it,

Your parents did.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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