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
and fiercely folded
calmly in a lap,
on a desk,
around a book,
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?