Because my hands are small, I cannot protect you.
Because my hands are weak, I cannot support you.
Because my hands are short, I cannot reach you.
Because my hands are dirty, I cannot embrace you
I cannot pray or wipe dry my tears.
So please come back to me.
I don't care how much you will hurt me.
I don't care how small, weak, short or dirty I will become.
Cut yourself free, escape and return to me.
Frightened and crying for repentance.
Because these hands. They were made to punish you.
-Arisa Kukuru. (The Blind and Ignorant People of Our Age.)
