I love hands like I love people. They are the maps and compasses with which we navigate our way through life. Some people read palms to tell you your future, but I read hands to tell your past. Each scar makes a story worth telling. Each callused palm, each cracked knuckle is a missed punch or years in a factory

  1. Date Posted Icon 27th May 2012
  2. Notes Icon Notes: 12
    3. Tags Icon #Sarah Kay#poem#hands#freedom of speech