Ripped Up Blue Jeans

Ripped up blue jeans
Patched on the knees
Hip huggers and bell-bottoms
Wearing what we please

Poodle skirt throwbacks
With black and white saddle shoes
Penny loafers
With peg leg pants
How did we ever where these

Broke down Chuck Taylor’s
In brilliant canvass red
Loosely fit…
Unlaced in carefree ease

Oversized t-shirts
In tie dye brilliance
Throw back to a time
Hovering in before

Reflections of a time
Where rebellion was in tune
With a whimsical love and rhyme
REVOLUTION…
Of love and peace
REBELLION…
Of societies control
Perplexing into a message
Of a love gone wrong

Hip hoppers
Oversized clothes
Gold Chains and Gang signs
Lingering repression
Within a ghetto street
Delved in government suppression
We turn a blind eye

Messages spoken in song
A feeling that we do not belong…
Physical brutality
Accepted in a new world forte

Younger generations
Fight in repression
As elders misplace focus
Amid societal dictates
Never merging to a supremacy
That we can ultimately be…

Where did our days of younger go?
Held in Impassioned belief…
Compassion for humanity…
Caring for our brother…
In a ever circle of love

Where was the message skewed?
In commercials we see
Programmatic advertising
Of Barbie and Ken
Or a John Wayne
“Pull yourself up”
Mentality.

Crossing over to belief
That we once fought
Of war for peace
Business is good
Government is wrong
Democracy becoming a fallacy
AS it seeps away into fascism

Will our children rise to take?
What we have left
Twisted in a wind
Where Chevy’s on a levy
Come forth to our eyes
While Rosemary and Sage
Transform our intelligence
Removing all teachings
Of our bewildered blinded minds

So we can go back once more…
To Ripped up blue jeans
Patched on the knees
Hip huggers and bell-bottoms
Wearing what we please

Author: Kimmy Jean

©6-2006