Just What I Need

Callouses… on both hands… that’s speaking volumes to me... I understand… that you… are able to handle the gravity of Ki… You’re just what I need.
Callouses…
Strange to most women who are poverty stricken by the superficial technicalities of what it looks like… Compared to what it really is…
They’re blinded by stupid.
This man uses sticks all day to create, innovate and apparently, subjugate Rhythms and Harmonies to the beat of his instrument… commanding negatives and positives to unite as ones… destroying the effects of spells upon cells and hate against love. He’s at war with the atmosphere.
This Warrior King wins… everyday…all day… whenever he plays with them sticks … and the callouses come like a two step to the be-be-beating of his drum…
And I Know…
He’s just what I need.
