The Back Of My Hand

What did I ask for
Looking behind closed doors?
Was it freedom?
Or was it something more?
At the back of my hands
Misery
Yet within the palm of my hand
Unity
What did I ask for?
So why should I bleed more?
Pray upon our knees
Hoping that God sees
And opens the closed door
To open to much more
At the back of my hand
Segregation
Yet the palm of my hand
Education
So what did I ask for?
In this world
But to be more
Time's palate of possibility
To go beyond doors of mystery
To stake my claim upon the earth
To return to the rights
Granted with my birth
Where the back of my hand
Meant suffocation
Yet the palm of my hand
Adulation
And none of it was asked for
Yet together with them
I am more...
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