Take me into your class,
but don't single me out,
when the bell rings clout
Sit by my wheelchair,
if you wish,
talk to me,
with some human pith
Don't stare,
my legs are my chair
When I scream out,
or swear,
some doubt,
the communication,
is what I am about,
my own way,
to speak my emotions,
of how I am feeling,
and, what I have to say
I feel sick,
give me a bag,
dustbin please,
some privacy,
to let me ***** freely
Don't look at me,
when I walk up to the disabled toilet door,
my needs are not for your score
A Human
A Person
Feelings
Human Rights Version dealings

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