
(THIS IS ACTUALLY A SCHOOL PROJECT BUT I DON'T USUALLY LIKE POETRY AND I WAS REALLY PROUD OF THIS SO YA...)
OG project instructions: Write a poem on the hands of a person real or fictional and how they link to their everyday lives.
The hands of a teenage girl, a sister, a partner, and a wonderful daughter she is so 269Please respect copyright.PENANAfPH3FCD0qA
many things. She has no time for manicures her nails are only short because she 269Please respect copyright.PENANAwZ0UpTeEVO
bites them off. Her hands are those that have been through so much just like mine. 269Please respect copyright.PENANAakJ2lUmZ9x
The hands she used to take a blade to her thighs were the same that held mine, 269Please respect copyright.PENANAsaQ37XTQ8Y
gentle yet scarred. She was hurt like I was and when you think about it our hands 269Please respect copyright.PENANAsQLvuPChz5
aren't so different. After all, we are both daughters, sisters, and friends just teenage 269Please respect copyright.PENANAQ6KVjnIgsy
girls who have been through too much. I wish I could tear out the parts in her life 269Please respect copyright.PENANA2Gvx4BQQGL
when she felt like she wasn’t enough those nights when she cried to her pillow like I 269Please respect copyright.PENANAveBMdlYstb
wish I could with my own. Would our hands be soft and manicured every day if I 269Please respect copyright.PENANAXQjQ3FmeSn
could?
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