Ink-Stained FingersA Poem by HopeJGA poem for my WIP 'Fight For Me'
Fingers appearing permanently bruised
Stained from years of preferring pens to graphite The blue marks born from faded black ink No amount of scrubbing ever seems to erase it completely You call them a disgrace. No well bred lady would ever be caught dead with a mark of common employment You force me to hide them in gloves or behind my back You do not see that they are marks of my work A testament to a mind you did not see the brilliance of. With each stroke of my pen Each page turned in a notebook now carefully guarded I create life and new worlds I bear the blood of my creations on my fingers proudly © 2024 HopeJG
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Added on October 16, 2024 Last Updated on October 16, 2024 |