In high school, I was called a whore by one boy. And I remember being shocked. For I knew for sure that I was not. Until one day, years later, I realised I could be. I heard this little voice in my head making a racist remark. At first, I could not believe I could even think something like that. But there was no denying it. I had to admit I was a potential racist. In the years that followed, I have discovered I am in potential a lot of things, good and bad. I’m a sinner, but I’m also a saint. I have learned there are no dualities, good and bad are just two sides of a polarity. I can’t be all bad or all good. There is no wrong or right, I am good and bad at the same time.