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Another night melts away as the morning routine flirts with me, teases and prods me until I eventually climb out of my bed and begin another uneventful version of lately, a day like every other day.
You know what they say
and you’ve heard what they’ve said
Go seize the day
Don’t stay home in bed
But my head is too heavy
And each move is a battle
My bones are not ready
My body was a book
my body was a book that my mother read to me every night
my body is a book that I didn’t want to read
because who wants to read a book about a girl who is
3’11
disabled
See me,
For who I am
For who I will become
For who once was
See me,
Not the leg support
Not the wheels at my side
I ask you not to stare when I walk by,
So look into my eyes where beauty lies,
Some people’s comments make me want to cry,
To be in a wheelchair is very hard to grasp, it's a very tough life like an unfinished task.
Especially if you're like me, a kid or teen, to have to sit back and watch others accomplish your dreams.
I thought I found my strength in a girl singing for acceptance
Then I thought I was a caged bird
Lame, old and helpless
Now I know, I was but a bird’s chick
My child’s name is not Disability
He is perfect in my eyes
Able to do anything
Limits beyond the skies
Do you hear them?
The warriors of this age
who don't beat their chests and tattoo their faces
who don't fight off the bad guys and save all the good guys.
These are the true warriors
With A pit-pat-pit her feet hit the floor
I can hear her travel the house from my room
One foot slides along as the other thumps
She pauses and I listen. What is she looking for?
Yes, that’s me.
Look and you’ll see.
My hair is as straight as the speed of light.
My eyes are as sparkling as my philosophy of stars.
My arms, reaching for cures for my aching heart.
Wounded, bloody and maimed citizens-
adults and children.
Crammed together-
side-by-side in tents.
White bandages, turned red-
Open human flesh.
Wide-eyed innocence-
Blank stares.
Can you hear me now?
We want our president
We want to be heard
we want to be noticed!
No longer, pushed aside and kept in the dark.
Can you hear me now?
We want our president
We want to be heard
It means to slow.
Developmentally challenged
And now because of a powerful man
It means them
What are they slow in?
Only things seen to be normal
But, may I ask,
