My hands are too small.
I want my hands to be like giants,
To have the power to hold the world in my palm.
I want to drag an ocean to my bedroom with my fingertips.
I want my hands to be so big
I will have the ability to take someone by their collar
of whom ever wronged me
and tell them;
"My Hands Are Big."
I want my hands to be a source of energy
because my hands are big.
But on the other hand, (I love puns...)
My hands aren't small enough.
I want my hands to be so small
I could feel overpowered my by little brother.
I want the ability to place my hand
on a giant masterpiece
and feel the inhuman energy radiate
through my small hand.
I want my hands to be so small
I can reach under the largest mountain
and still be able to move my fingers.
I want my hands to be so small,
I could type an essay and lose weight.
But then I think,
I like my hands.
I like the below average nature of
My Hands.
I like to trace the almost invisible
Tiny
Veins on my hands
which struggle to make space
to transfer blood
Because my wrists are small.
I love every crease,
fold,
And double jointed bend
I see when I lay by hand down.
I love my tiny fingertips.
I love the idea that i have the capability
to fit my hand between the space between
my bed and the wall.
I Love
My Hands.
