All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
You Are Strong
You picked me up with
Strong arms.
At the bicep, they rolled like
Hills beside the waterfront,
And your elbows poked out from
All of your shirts.
Your forearms were long and
Pale, a newborn baby’s fresh skin;
A virgin to the sun.
Your wrists were thin enough that I could
Wrap my fingers around them when I needed
To feel like I had worth, but
They were wide enough that I knew
You weren’t brittle.
I’ve always been so glad you have
Big hands, because my hands are
Too big for a girl’s hands, so I
Always felt ugly and self-conscious, but you
Dwarfed my hands, so
I could feel like you
Were someone to take care of me.
I guess I’m kind of the
Man in this relationship, in some ways.
I burp louder than you, which always
Makes you look embarrassed, and I
Play with the tractors and wrestle in the
Mud. But you’re strong when
I need you to be, and
I guess that’s all I needed from you
To begin with.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.