I pray this is good.....this is my first poetry attempt....I'm gonna open the bar for flames....
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These Hands are small I know
But my powers flow freely through my finger tips like a fish in the sea
People are scared, of what? These hands?
These Hands are small I know.
But they are not yours they are my own.
They are like everyone else's
you are afraid of my hands.
These hands are small I know.
they touch what you touch and no more.
mine are no different, I wish they were.
then it would give people the reason to stare.
Do they stare longingly or strangely at my hands.
These hands are small I know.
I may be different inside
but I wish I wasn't.
I could be normal for just one day.
I stare at my hands.
I am not scared, nor should anyone else be.
These hands you ask?
These Hands are small I know.
But they are not yours, they are my own.
