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Greeting Cards for Across the Pond

What with the approaching holiday and the recent events overseas, I thought it fitting to create some cards we could send to our former parent across the pond.

It looks as though you finally understand. Happy Independence Day!
We’re sorry! Next time we throw your tea in the harbor, we will make sure to heat it first.
The British are coming! Wait, you’re leaving…
After all these years… We’re still glad we left you.
You will always be like our mother (land) We hope we don’t end up like you, but we love you anyway.

Me

That phone doesn’t purr

and that television,

well it has no fur.

That book may be good

but I am better

so you should

put that down

and play with me;

I wear the crown

so don’t make a peep

since now you can

watch me sleep.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2016

Two Truths and a Lie

The night the lights flickered

I knew right then and there

my love for you was eternal

I cross my heart and swear.

Then, a ghost appeared

that only I could see

from out the darkness

we shared half-heartedly.

In that moment we would stay

for what seemed eternity

and I wouldn’t leave your side

but for eternal sleep.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Obsolete

I think that your skin

being so close to mine

is the best sensation

that is quite divine.

The electricity is charged

and the energy is high;

it courses through my veins

so I think I could die.

Just the thought of you now

makes my heart beat

when for so long before

it was merely obsolete.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Pebble

It wasn’t until I got home

that I found the pebble in my shoe

mainly because before that

all my thoughts had been of you.

With no more miles to go

I finally took a break

and realized that pebble

had been more than I could take.

Bruised and bloodied,

I thought this must be a sign

that all my thoughts of you

can never be benign.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Because

It isn’t because he is black

and it isn’t because she prays.

It isn’t because she drinks

that she is the one who pays.

It isn’t because he kisses boys

and it’s not because she loves her wife.

It’s not because his skin is dark

that he fears for his life.

It isn’t about his God or hers

and it’s not about his wealth.

It’s not because he is “normal”

that others hide with stealth.

It’s not because his dress

is prettier than her tux.

It’s not because society

cares who she fucks.

It’s not because his ancestors

were her family’s slaves.

It’s not because of his accent

that his family lay in graves.

It’s because one person

planted a deadly seed,

fed with hate and fear

and potted in soiled greed.

It only takes one person

to take a loving hand

and fix the garden growing

into a loving land.

It’s not about black or white

because the world is gray.

It’s not about you or me

because it’s about humanity.

© Autumn Siders 2016