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