La Janine Garrett

Rookie (August 16,1987 / new jersey)

These Hands

My poor hands
Long rouged and wide
My poor hands
Hard worked these hands be
My poor hands
Innocent of this world and its deceit
Hold the air of being that of mine
My poor hands
Untouched by powder gold
My poor hands
Scar by man
Scar by I
Young n old in same
These poor hands
That bare what I am
My poor hands
My poor soul

Submitted: Friday, September 15, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, September 15, 2010

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  • Rookie - 145 Points Prasanna Kumari (9/15/2006 7:52:00 AM)

    you have given a strange thought about our poor hands.we write about heart.mind soul and many things.this is a welcome topic nicely written (Report) Reply

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