Kindergarten
Handprints on the wall
"My first day of school"
Gradeschool
Handprints on a tree
A friendship marked
Middle School
Handprints on me
Ones that won't wash off.
High School
Fingerprints reminded me of art
Handprints reminded me of pain
Now
My own prints are diminished
Because of the hands of others.
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A very clever use of metaphor here sadly all too real. Very nicely worded it bleeds its message. A fave
Thank you so much! I'm glad you like the metaphor!
You are most welcome
Powerful piece, 🥷. You turned something simple into a timeline of memory and harm. Strong, unflinching writing. As your work is...and I love it! A fave, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you! Glad my genre and work has found an audience!
It has indeed. You are most welcome!
very cool
Thank you!
never allow self to be diminished because others have made so many marks on you - look out for yourself too - always
Thank you
you are welcome
I like that!
Thank you!
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