The lies they told us
in high school
the lies that divide
That clothes matter
Interests define
That you and I
Could never see
eye to eye.
Labels strip identity,
Make you feel separate from me.
But we are music,
You and I
We fly,
Rhythm and beat,
A blended harmony
We are poetry,
You and I
We sigh,
Meter and sound and
Raw emotion.
Our colours break prismatic
from this black
and white
and grey color bar
Together, we are more than apart.
A whole, complete beating heart.
