I have two different sides. Can’t you see my teeth?
She comes out and then resides like the tide.
Sometimes I can calm her, shaking and scared but she doesn’t like to abide.
You probably haven’t seen her because she likes to hide.
I hate her.
We are like black and white stripes.
Imprisoned on the same white page.
But her convincing me being black, like her, is normal.
M.A.A
The Essence Of Who I Am 
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