On empty hands
Scarred by a lack of nourishment
Placed in them.
Though cream, crop and cash
Stain my fingertips,
But that's all you give.
And you don't understand
Why I don't understand
When I ask for more
And you refuse.
I hold out my empty hands,
Full of nothing that I want.
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Added on March 8, 2008 Author
Jean CalvinWAAboutHi. Since this site kinda dumped off the majority of what I posted previously I decided to post what's only current (or written since that incident). If you wish to read my previous writing please vis.. more..Writing
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