My sister’s hands
hold the weight of the world
Her knuckles
buckle
under the pressure of expectation
dismantled salvation
societal degradation
My sister’s hands are “ugly”
they are worn out and bruised
glorified yet abused
for the sake of
them
us
we
me
My sister’s hand have a price on them
My sister’s hands are heaven sent
My sister’s hands make magic
but ain’t it tragic
how my sister’s hands are forever indebted?
Underneath the skin of my sister’s hands
a deeply embedded
code of conduct
history
unsolved mystery
My sister’s hands never ache
My sister’s hands always gives
and never takes
My sister’s hands
are “ugly”, worn, torn & abused
yet my sister’s hands are
magical melanated mystical
My sister’s hands holds
families together
My sister’s hands know only pain
no pleasure
My sister’s hands hold the weight of the world
and her knuckles
buckle
under the pressure
