Black and White

I have two different sides. Can't you see my teeth?

She comes out and then resides like the tide.

I can't let her win.

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