I take pride in my hands

my elegant fingers, long nails, and

soft skin

I take pride in how they are not like yours,

your burly, tasteless,

rough hands.

I take pride in how healthy I am

Always asking

for a tall glass of water at meals

to ensure my delicate skin stays hydrated.

I'm happy with myself when I'm reminded

of how considerate I am,

and how I don't wince after

I feel your coarse hands brush against mine

when handing me my water.

I feel good

when I recall how helpful I am

and how I always help

fold my own laundry.

I feel okay

when I see all the mail

piling up high and remember

I don't need to worry about that.

I feel okay

when I see how clear my eyes are

compared to the dark circles

that encompasses yours.

I took pride in my

soft hands,

hydrated skin,

and free calendar

until I saw yours.