ACAB

for my sister 

I look at you and I think: 

How did we come from the same two people?

We sit on opposite sides of everything, 

only meeting in the middle to draw swords. 

I don’t believe in wars and violence, 

though we’ve been in a cold war for years. 

What are we even fighting for?

I scream across the abyss, 

facts, opinions, and pleas,  

and they all echo into the emptiness

and float off into the wind. 

The white flag is tattered now. 

I extend compassion for everyone

but I can’t seem to get it to you. 

You sit and draw blue lines in the dirt 

and refuse to come out of them.