Handsome

based off of I know why the caged bird sings

To the hand that creates.

Burdened with the mind that never stops and the images that yearn to come alive

Fingers peppered with cadmium yellows and titanium whites.

The one that paints windows into the mindset and doors to the soul.

The hand of an artist.

To the hand that speaks.

Speaking the words of the timid and saying what the mouth has yet to say.

Conveying the thoughts of the silent through written emotions.

The one that observes, feels, and sings.

The hand of a writer

To the hands of the lonely

Palms upturned to show surrender because it’s easier than a fist.

with fingerprints not even a hundred would miss

The one that screams through the silence that they are wrong.

The hand of one that has yet to believe it

To the hand that shakes

because stop wasn't as easy as go

Yes came to it faster than the no

The one that learned pain wasn't a message to ignore

The hand of the insecure