Callused Hands 

Grasp the guitar,

Like a baby holds onto their mother’s hand

Rest fingers in C

Strum

Pick at the strings until they’ve fallen off the neck

Every string tells a story,

Just like everyone my fingers tells a story,

Just like the calluses on my hands tell my story

 

By Mia Braico

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