My Hands

When you see my hands, they look strong
A million lines, scars not knowing what went wrong
My hands have touched blood
My hands were used for pleasure
My hands have felt a million tears pouring like a flood
My hands are made out of treasure
My hands been held
My hands been through hell
Fist fights, punching through what I know is right!
My hands held babies
I am a mother, I am a lady
My hands can tell you a million stories, which none have ended,
with I am SORRY!