By: Rebel Jones

These hands speak a unique history. 

These hands once held innocently 

onto all they knew in the world,

Nurturing queen,

When I wasn't able to care for me,

Now these hands care for their own family,

These hands been criminal, and uncaring,

For they were once attached to an angry spirit,

These hands

They done pulled triggers in defense of ideas 

That were part of an enslaved man’s mind, 

Thinking the fight was for freedom.

Man, that's the average American dreaming,

These hands have taken beautiful and made it ugly,

These hands have built and given to the hungry,

For these hands have been attached to someone once hungry,

These hands have held the firstborn of existence

So many times,

From siblings to children of mine.

These hands have felt the life leave from those I've loved,

These hands have written a meaningful word

Countless times inspired by a voice deep inside 

That is timeless and wise.

©rebelpjones