I’ve shaken the hands of many people
I’ve stood in the shadows I’ve watched and I dreamed
I shook the hand of a white man, a black man, and a mixed man.
I shook the hands of a woman in the struggle who made me see a different view
My hands interlocked with a beaten women who had no way out so I screamed for her.
My hands have swallowed blood into my veins; they caressed the body of a goddess
Hi-five an imposter- -
They made my finger prints, which no one else can have
They ran until they got tired of running.
Made an impact
Creating my creativity- -
I have shaken hands with the devil and then with an angel
These hands gave more then they took
They healed more then they damaged.
After waiting until dark turns to light they are afraid to shake each other because one will remember the past and the other the future. As the past can be just as bad as the future and the future just as good as the past but in between the war somehow there’s peace.
As I waved hello, and stayed for a while, waved goodbye and ended my stay because I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.