HER HANDS
HER HANDS
She smiled tasted happiness
Holding his hands
Building home raising children
Showering love on family and friends
Procreator becoming a property
Enslaved her hands
Twisting turning in the whirlpool
Of needs and desires
Denying self and her dreams
Feeling alone
Cruel world telling her
Not to have will of her own
" You are just a woman"
Every frown multiplying her resolution
The grit of her silence
Becoming her strength
Battling self she uncoiled herself
Craving to own her hands
Wanting to be free
Wanting to weave her dreams
Longing to live
Hands are not to be taken away
Not to be given away
A woman's hands are her own
Her hands-- a cradle for generations
Her hands-- the dreamers
Her hands --the achievers
Her destiny
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