Leave Us by Kelly Anderson

Our hands are structured,
 stronger than yours
Their out-dated dogma, splinters,
“said” rising pores.
Ours, out-stretched, wide and giving
Far too often recoil, broken by
tongues cruel spitting.
Leave us be!  All, single, conceiving,
that our toil for money alone,
achieves our ceiling.
Leave us free! Feeding our souls
In hope it filters, finally, to yours.