Reunited

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.