Throwback Thursday Poetry: Tiny

i am the man with the tiny hands
tiny hands for a tiny man
they may be small but they beat the rest
these hands of mine they pass the test

i am the cheat with the tiny feet
tiny feet for the tiny cheat
though they are small i beat out the rest
these feet of mine they are the best

i’m smaller than most; bigger than some
the whole idea, i’ve grown numb
i’m average in the eyes of the wise
ugliness i see through my eyes

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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