My Right Hand Poem by Amos Christopherson Masereka

You can cut off my legs
And any other part connected to my body
I love but my right hand
I write totally nothing without
My right hand
I can’t get satisfied
If I don’t eat with
My right hand
You can do any thing
since you are threatening me
Save for one hand
My right hand
I can still cope to write while eyes closed
I can manage to do many things
With my right hand
Let me not walk
And
Let me not speak
But let me write
For writings lasts always
And
Let my writings be remembered always
I love my right hand