Its M Hands That Are the Enemy
As they look at me with open eyes
The nerves in me boil inside
I take my seat and look at my toes
I feel alone
I feel exposed
They pick on me every day
Every morning I get up and pray
For a better life and a better day
Home is worse
They don’t understand
About my school
About my hands ….
My hands are my worst enemy
They abuse my skin
With razors and ropes
With anything
They hurt me always
And cause me pain.
Another bad day
My hands holding tight
As it makes contact with my skin
I slowly bite down
The blood runs out
And the tears go dry
As my arms are almost covered
I slowly start to cry
My hands are still the enemy
I can’t ever get them to stop
As I pray for a better tomorrow
I rap my arm up.
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