You see me on a chair with wheels,
feeling pity, wonder how it feels
to lead a life of dreary dependence
a life you feel is a forced penance.
You see just my disability
and think I wallow in self pity,
but aren't we all the same-
agile at many, at others lame?
You see me unable to see you,
darkness being my permanent view
and think I’m nothing without my cane
living a life of perpetual bane.
You see just my disability
and think I wallow in self pity,
sadly your eyes can’t see my mind
and its painted canvas one of a kind.
You see me unable to hear or speak;
a world without words you say is bleak,
never to be spoken to, never to be heard
my company you think is just absurd.
You see just my disability
and think I wallow in self pity,
but isn't it sad you need a word
to free thoughts caged like a bird?
You see just my disability
branding me a liability,
since we are all differently abled
can’t you spare me unlabelled? |
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