I tried to cover my head, and when the other kids teased me, I hit back with the best thing I knew, force, I lashed out, hit them, and lost any friends I had. So I remained alone.
For years I struggled with my Klingon heritage, trying to shrug of the responsibilities of what it is to be a Klingon. But, when the Vidiians captured me, and split my DNA into my human side and my Klingon side, I realised that I need my Klingon half, just as much as she needs me. We compliment each other, we each have different skills and weaknesses, and I don’t feel the need to hide her from the rest of the galaxy any more.
Although hard to control, and manage, I have come to understand her a little more, and above all trust her. And most importantly I have stopped trying to avoid being a Klingon and instead, embrace it.