All the same By:Saccheen Laing Wavy long hair flows to her waist She walks with such familiarity as her freshly painted black and white nails frame her hips Have I seen her before?  You quickly approach her as she turns and flashes eyebrows obviously on fleek "Have I seen you before?" She smiles and says I don't think so Thinking long and hard you remember you see her everywhere you go She isn't one of a kind she sways with the crowd Face so neatly painted they demand your attention After awhile you seek more as sweat pours and the polish as run its course Is there more to her than what makes her blend in with the crowd? You don't have to wonder if you have seen her before As she slips in with those around her you become confused Is it this one is it another? How can you tell when they have become one