Hands – An Original Poem

Hello everyone, 

In light of so many people recognizing something has to happen to stop the unchecked sin called racism, I thought I’d share this fitting poem. 

I wrote it around 4 or 5 years ago, but it is truth that needs to be heard now. Please please share this post!!!

Hands

I have hands

You have hands

Why they do not touch, I don’t understand

Is it because my hands are black as night

Do my palms bring sweat and strife

Is it only with people of my color my hands are allowed

To touch, to hold, to together clap aloud

If my hands were as fair as yours,

Would there be a problem anymore

Mams, sirs melanin is the only thing unalike

Mine is dark, yours is light

You are not just turning away the hands of others

But you are turning away the hands of your brothers

Adam’s kin, Eve is all our mother

I have hands

We have hands 

In touching, holding hands would it lead us to understand

Hands are a gift we receive 

No matter what their color may be

Hands are for holding you and me

~ Kenedy M.

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