My Sister’s Hands

Jahshana Olivierre - Senegal


March 27, 2014

My sister’s hands
hold the weight of the world

Her knuckles
buckle
under the pressure of expectation
dismantled salvation
societal degradation

My sister’s hands are “ugly”
they are worn out and bruised
glorified yet abused
for the sake of
them
us
we
me

My sister’s hand have a price on them

My sister’s hands are heaven sent

My sister’s hands make magic
but ain’t it tragic
how my sister’s hands are forever indebted?

Underneath the skin of my sister’s hands
a deeply embedded
code of conduct
history
unsolved mystery

My sister’s hands never ache

My sister’s hands always gives
and never takes

My sister’s hands
are “ugly”, worn, torn & abused

yet my sister’s hands are
magical melanated mystical

My sister’s hands holds
families together
My sister’s hands know only pain
no pleasure
My sister’s hands hold the weight of the world
and her knuckles
buckle
under the pressure

Jahshana Olivierre