I was thinking of something my grand father said to me years ago when I felt bad for having rough hands he said to me calluses are earned soft hands aren’t when I felt like I didn’t belong because I had to work hard instead of having things handed to me like my cousin.
I earned my rough hands
They are tough as some men
I have worked hard and long
Sometimes i fell i just don’t belong
They dont like rough work
But they are used to it
They don’t like being different
But what choice do they have
They aren’t soft like a girls
They crack and bleed
They know the pain of a cut
They know how to hold a tool
They can wave
They can sew
They can love
They know how to touch gently
They are skilled with a needle and thread
They arnt so good with a pen and paper
They can work magic with a screw driver
They have yet to master a flat iron
If it can be made they can
If it must be styled they cant
If it can be molded they can
If it needs perfection they cant
But still they work day and night
Just to keep up the good fight
But rough hands you say for a girl aren’t right
But for this girl maybe they just might
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