Insecurities (1)
The stranger placed my hand in his He said they were beautiful and delicate Like I had never worked a day in my life An 'ajebutter' He showed me his hands Scarred by 'hustle' He was envious of me What the stranger didn't know was that... I hated my hands I thought my fingers to be short My palms too wide My skin a little too hard It's a wonder That an honest compliment Could make you fall in love with yourself Could make you love The very thing you despised a moment ago Now when I look at my hands I smile... They ignored my thoughts of them Refused to wear on my 'hustle' My hands went on being... Beautiful and delicate