My Hand

I hate this tiny little hand.
I hate this hand because it's a curse.
A curse that will make me fail in life.
I hate this hand of weakness.
My grandma told me, my hand is the hand of faith.
the hand of faith.
This is the hand from my mother.
This is the hand from my father.
the hand for cooking, and the hand for writing.
Remember back to the day of young.
to the day of elementary.
this was the hand for picking my nose.
the hand for eating and the hand to fight.
this my hand and the hand for hope and success.
this hand is my legacy.