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Left-handed, a lefty, the other arm. It is forgotten because it’s weaker. The other, extra, the one with no charm. If it were a woman, none would seek her. The sinister and the clumsy left hand. Derogated abnormality. Like an afterthought that was never planned. Its only benefit is symmetry. At least I could have been ambidextrous. Then I’d be capable on either side. I want perfection, not a little less. This left hand is a source of wounded pride. When can the useless ever find their place? This dangling vestige had made me bereft. But then I found that someone to embrace, And I saw the potential I had left.
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
The Trauma Of The Left Hand
Left-handed, a lefty, the other arm. It is forgotten because it’s weaker. The other, extra, the one with no charm. If it were a woman, none would seek her. The sinister and the clumsy left hand. Derogated abnormality. Like an afterthought that was never planned. Its only benefit is symmetry. At least I could have been ambidextrous. Then I’d be capable on either side. I want perfection, not a little less. This left hand is a source of wounded pride. When can the useless ever find their place? This dangling vestige had made me bereft. But then I found that someone to embrace, And I saw the potential I had left.
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Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
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