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.