Hands

I do not know if these hands will become

Malcolm’s – raised and fisted

or Martin’s – open and asking

or James’s – curled around a pen.

I do not know if these hands will be

Rosa’s

or Ruby’s

gently gloved

and fiercely folded

calmly in a lap,

on a desk,

around a book,

ready

to change the world…

Jacqueline Woodson, Brown Girl Dreaming

What story do your hands tell? What do your hands open toward? How will you change the world?