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Jul 2017
My hands are short
My sight is weak
My legs are crooked
But I can still speak

I may look ugly
As I am not normal
I envy your freedom
But am quite formal

Wearing heavy specs
And seated on a wheelchair
I try out different activities
When time is spare

My life, starts and ends
With the daily medical checks
A rare disease has caught me
Where my skin suddenly cracks

I am thankful for this life
As I see the disgust around
Sympathies come uninvited
Alien eyes tend to surround

I know my span is limited
To see the outside world
But I am kind of high spirited
I'll see it before am called

Situations may be different
Don't lose possibilities and hope
You are not alone in this
Learn to stand and cope...


©sim
This is not my story but my heart and respect goes to all the special needs people. Who despite all odds, never give up on life.
Seema
Written by
Seema  38/F/Fiji Islands
(38/F/Fiji Islands)   
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