Tag: Poetry

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

Take Away

If you take away their guns,

they will only build bombs.

If you take away their knives,

they will beat you with their fists.

If you take away their rights,

they will only hate you more.

But if you take away their hate,

they can love like never before.

© Autumn Siders 2016