| Hands of Abuse |
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| In the dark night With hands of the past. My blanket, A facade Pulled over my face. With the hands of age The hands of youth The hands of my Uncle The hands of my muse. The hands of my demons The hands hanging loose The hands of a stranger Those hands of abuse. The hands of my mother The hands of my boss The hands of my brother. The hands like no other. The hands of my neighbor The hands of the sitter The hands of my cousin The hands of my sister The hands of my friend The hands of the man The man The man With the cross In his hands Those hands The hands that touched me In places, Those places, In places of crime In places sublime The places............. The places............ Those places were mine. |
| written by Oniena Onda A Wyandotte Woman |