Sep 2014
I see them laughing at me,
the kids at school.
they ask a lot of weird questions,
like why do I look the way I look,
or walk the way I walk.
Sometimes I go home and enter a dark lonely place,
I create friends in my head.
they don't laugh at me,
or question every movement made,
or breath breathed.
I'm human,
just like all other beings,
I wish they would stop being so nasty,
and look beyond my disability.
the kids at school.
they ask a lot of weird questions,
like why do I look the way I look,
or walk the way I walk.
Sometimes I go home and enter a dark lonely place,
I create friends in my head.
they don't laugh at me,
or question every movement made,
or breath breathed.
I'm human,
just like all other beings,
I wish they would stop being so nasty,
and look beyond my disability.
dedicated to a friend of mine who has down syndrome. they used to make fun of him at school,
And that anyone whose disabled shouldn't be treated differently, they are still human beings, they are still beautifully imperfect just like everybody<3
And that anyone whose disabled shouldn't be treated differently, they are still human beings, they are still beautifully imperfect just like everybody<3
