Longhairs

I remember
When I
Thought we
Were oppressed,
Were singled out,
And picked on
By police
Because they
Handed out so
Many tickets for
Loitering,
Busted us for P.I.,
And weed,
And raided our
Underage drinking,
Small town
Keggers.
But they never–
Though we talked back
And ran away–
Never
Shot any
Of us.
It was like…
Our lives
Mattered.