Mi Manos

November 6, 2017
By rubysky3 SILVER, Union, Kentucky
rubysky3 SILVER, Union, Kentucky
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My hands are small, fragile.
They type lightly, fingertips barely grazing across the keyboard.
They stop for a moment, waiting for another idea to come to mind.
They tap, tap, tap, trying to think of the best way to convey my message.
They aren't the most graceful, no- they can't float gently, as my dance teachers would like.
They aren't the most pretty- they have cuts and scars, from childhood accidents.
They aren't the most pleasing to the eye, but my hands create worlds.
They hold my pencil as I doodle in my sketchbook.
They express my emotions as I debate my opinions passionately.
They type furiously on a keyboard, writing a poem.

The author's comments:

The title of the poem is "My hands" in Spanish,  whcih represents my heritage. 

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