A hand is a
powerful tool
by humans
used to create
or destroy.


He used it to
comfort and
please, to
show me that
the world wasn't
so scary.


I forget that
with those hands
he also
destroyed who
I was before


The person before,
the person who
I could look
at in the mirror
and be okay

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
Our world


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