The hand that writes these words
is not one to be compared,
yet all throughout life's struggles
criticism it has beared.
A hand of perfect beauty
could have wrote the words of hate.
No one would think twice,
because prettiness is great.
But because this hand is different,
and not so much alike,
people treat it differently--
they attack it and they strike.
If the person had been different;
not of a shade so dark,
people would accept the words
as a common work of art.
