They can not take my hands
by: Vincenza Catarina Misseri

Nothing is ugly.
All that is ugly is man-made.
Just like hate.
Hate is created by man...
by his insecurity...
by his hate of himself...
like a disease.
A virus.
Nothing is ugly.
Everything in nature is beautiful...
Even us...
Look at the eye.
The hand.
The skin...
Look at how beautifully it is crafted.
If you let the virus get inside you.
Then everything is ugly.
I sit in a house that should be quarentined.
Nothing but hate all around.
I am the only healthy one, here.
I look out my window.
Wishing I could be there.
But I'm not allowed to go.
And at times I'm not allowed to look out.
So I sit alone in my room.
I look at my hands through the dim light.
I look at the pattern in my skin.
I'm not afraid anymore.
Nothing is ugly.
Everything is beautiful.
They can hit me.
They can yell at me.
They can try to belittle me.
and
They can lock me away.
But they can not take away the beauty that I will always have.
Wether they see it or not.
I know it's there.
Brighter than the sun.
Deeper than any ocean.
And it's in me.
In my heart.
And even at night.
In the dark chambers.
I touch my hands.
I feel my flesh.
Thank you I say.
To whom that have given this to me.
They try to make you like them.
They let out thier hate for themselves on you.
And they want to make you like them.
But don't play into it.
Just look.
Look.
Look at yourself.
They can not crush you.
Not like they want
Not unless you let them.
So if you lose.....
open your eyes.
They didn't win.
You just gave up.
Nothing is ugly.
Pick yourself up.
Grow your wings and fly.
Freedom IS literally in the palm of your hand.
You just have to want it bad enough.
They can do what they want.
And when you feel they are getting the upper hand.
~*Look at yours.*~