Be who you are

Be who you are

 

 

I’m fifty and smoked more than I should (pot…deal with it),

in my younger days,

ya deal with it bruh.

 

But in the times of my youth it should be understood,

it was what we did,

we tried to learn from…

the old timers.

 

If you don’t like it than whatever bruh…

 

I smoked it in a bowl,

wrapped in in joint,

turned a soda can into a pipe…or was it a bong,

hell I don’t remember,

and it all made sense.

 

But I was at peace and told everyone to…

chill brother let it flow.

 

In the haze we all found ourselves,

in ways no one ever could understand.

 

We understood that each of us have our own opinions.

Who were we to force our point of views on others?

 

And the old hippies understood what it meant to,

listen to others and what they have to say.

 

So if you hair is long and full of braids,

or short to conform to society,

or just the way you want it,

Mohawk,

flat top,

mullet,

 flock of goats,

hairstyles in Biblical and Talmudic.

 

It doesn't matter how you look.

 

All that matters if you can adjust,

to what’s new and convince the ones to think for themselves.

 

So be who you are,

smoke pot or not.

 

Just be true to who you are,

and if you don't smoke pot...it's all good.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Emily]

A free-spirited, light poem with a good message. Nice write!

[ron]

thank you..

[dopey]

Haha, loved it! Truly a cool piece, one which I could totally relate with! Whatever bruh!

[ron]

Thank you dopey ;) it was a fun piece to write. And um don't tell anyone its true :)

[ron]

Guess no one sees the humor it this one.