My Hands Poem by Megan du Toit
My Hands
These hands
Can break and tear at chains
These hands
Can calm my pains
These hands
They are my own
These hands
Can nestle and hold
These hands
Can take and not be sold
These hands
They are my own
These hands
With a single muscle
Can mark the world with obscenities
These hands
With a simple gesture
Can heal an ache in your heart
These hands
They are my own
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