
A poem by Moriana Manzano
These hands have painted squares.
Little, big squares.
Not so square squares.
These hands have stitched squares.
They’ve cut squares, chopped them up, put them together again.
A poem by Moriana Manzano
These hands have painted squares.
Little, big squares.
Not so square squares.
These hands have stitched squares.
They’ve cut squares, chopped them up, put them together again.