Justine White

Not His Hands

A soldier
A well-groomed man
Clean face
Neat fingernails
Tired eyes
Henna stained hands

I will take a picture of this man
Doing something as typical
As warming his hands
Let me capture the moment
A universal gesture

Hands to the face
To warm the body
To cover a sneeze
A cough
A yawn
A smile
In disbelief

Not his hands
Stifling emotion
Repressing dissent
Suffocating life


good

I am good.

Oblige by rules

of man-
made into
models

we
the person

pledge
allegiance
to a flag

to have the right
to remain

good.

Good

I am Good.

I can do
no wrong.

Not because
I can’t.

But because
I Have To Be
Good.

I can’t
not be

Good.


Justine White is an undergraduate student at Boston University and studies in the School of Management. She was born in Maryland and raised in northern Virginia. This is her first journal publication.