No one helped me at the time MY HANDS BY CHANTAL WYNTER No one cared at the time when I needed a helping hand, Or someone to talk to as I needed to understand, why all things bad seem only to happen to me, why can't I just prosper? And just be free?, In others I searched for answers, lost to their ill advise, trying to fit in a world that society deemed wise, I searched relentlessly for who I really Am, and at that time no held out their hands, to help me, I had to learn to stand and help me, I curled my hands into a fist, as I founded what I need. MY HANDS #strength#power#motivation