With this hand I now raise,

I ask that when you think of our race, my race,
You do not think of harm.

That you add sugar in this cup of coffee
I now raise,
Not salt.

Where I now go, or
Where my love now goes,
We look across at you, for we are all leveled.

With this hand I now raise,

The spots on leopards, will change,
You will see that once
You hold the brown embroidery hand of mine.

The beginning of the thread started at
My farthest relative.

She was a slave,
And she stands beside me now,
As close as a mother holds her sleeping baby.

This hand I now raise

These hands I now put together,
In a gesture of peace, and forgiveness.

I give my halo to those in need of
Warmth and comfort.

These hands I now put together, Are for you,The crevices and cracks are for you, And there is one word of wisdom I will give you. Peace.