Never Had a Name Before
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I truly never felt I had a name at all until I escaped a small home town where unthinking people always considered us one person.
Identical twins. Never having a name.
Referred to as the Tone Twins. Hey, Twins! Twinsie.
Assumed to be one person for the first eighteen years.
Until one could get away, leaving fast, chased by the other.
Twin A is independent, likes being alone, seeks solitude.
Her identical-looking sister draws a crowd, likes attention.
Twin A is a creator, forming poems, cartoons, and artistic works.
Her identical-looking sister believes these outliers are nonsense.
Twin A is a reader, especially likes non-fiction,
biographies, and history.
Her identical-looking sister has not picked up a book for fifty-years.
Twin A has sought her own identity her entire life, distancing herself.
Twin B, still wants to dress alike, thank you very much,
still seeking attention.
Twin A is steadily reminding herself she has escaped,
she can stop running now.
Twin B is begging her to come to her church
and wear identical outfits; but Twin A loathes church.
Twin A enjoys her flowers, her vegetables, and her life.
As does Twin B, who continues to hope they are exactly alike.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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