Hippie Chick

When I was little 
around ten or so 
just a young girl 
I walked into the kitchen 
only to find my father 
standing at the sink 
totally naked 
picking crabs from his pubis

A few years later 
I learned to hate 
my given name; 
my parents weren’t very bright

They smoked pot, drank wine 
grew plants from time to time 
endorsed free love 
and all types of freedoms

I opted for business school 
went to Wall Street 
wanted Saks 5th Avenue not sandals 
a powersuit and some pride 
the farthest place from 
the common ground 
of the commune.