You and me, A Poem

    You and me

    We were just like a poem

    That we never knew

    Where are the linebreaks

    Determined by meaning, sound and rhythm

    Breaths, pauses, commas or punctuation

    Like a poem where lineation was hard to interpret

    The things between us were never metrical

    Feelings that we withheld 

    because they were hard to comprehend 

    Like a poem once we read in a sunset

    That seemed to have several meanings

    You and me, It was a poem

    Which came out to be a mysterious text

    Critiqued by many, inferred by few

    And was ceased, halfway to the end

Lydia, Bullet and Melanin!

Her tired legs resisted
Her beaten soul suffocated
Lydia, whose flesh and bones
No longer belonged to herself

Her life long earnings
neither bread no butter
A dead-shot bullet
Approved by high court

She'd better be dead
on a land where melanin decided
who lives and who dies
of what cause on whose authority