
(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 271Please respect copyright.PENANAVcFDxZpmkw
many things. She has no time for manicures her nails are only short because she 271Please respect copyright.PENANASmc9ya024D
bites them off. Her hands are those that have been through so much just like mine. 271Please respect copyright.PENANAEDBPZ7uY7y
The hands she used to take a blade to her thighs were the same that held mine, 271Please respect copyright.PENANAKLHodbgPLG
gentle yet scarred. She was hurt like I was and when you think about it our hands 271Please respect copyright.PENANAUyincrfgFc
aren't so different. After all, we are both daughters, sisters, and friends just teenage 271Please respect copyright.PENANADPdozwhDFL
girls who have been through too much. I wish I could tear out the parts in her life 271Please respect copyright.PENANAC74FSKqxUF
when she felt like she wasn’t enough those nights when she cried to her pillow like I 271Please respect copyright.PENANAiRML0dEHqX
wish I could with my own. Would our hands be soft and manicured every day if I 271Please respect copyright.PENANANDraMl5x8V
could?
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