The hands
She held to walk first time
Were gentle and caring
A godsent gift
The hands
That held her up as a child
Made her giggle
And ensured she is safe
The hands
That first taught her
Encouraged her
Pushed towards her dreams
The hands
That gave her wings of fire
To fly
The hands
That made her feel feminine
That made love
That made her whole
All kept aside
The hands
That freaked her
Tricked her
To hide
The hands
That touched her
No
Destroyed her
The hands
That made her scream
Silently
The hands
That shut her mouth
The hands
That killed her
Alive
The hands
That destroyed her dignity
The hands
That made her cry
The hands
That cunningly suppressed
Her pain , dreams , heart
The hands
Were the same
But the person being touched
Was a different
Girl , lady , WOMAN
Every WOMAN
Is
A sister , a daughter , a mother , a friend
And a lot more
Every man
Is not a rapist or abuser
But every rapist or abuser
Is not a man
( I want to slap every WOMAN and MAN who do not raise a kid worth living !
And kill the Human who can not let live other Humans peacefully ! )
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PoesíaThese are not poems but thoughts that occurred to me out of no where. Writing long stories was difficult for me. So I tried to write them as poems. There are poems on love and heartbreak and crush and mood swings and many more problems faced by tee...
