They stare, she smiles,
they grin, she observes.
They pity, she's queasy,
they brood, she walks away--
life as a lady with a crutch.
I smile, they hail,
I step out, they celebrate,
I emit knowledge, they are wowed;
I struggle to fit in, they support.
I try to be unique just as I am, but the struggle within, no one seem to care;
life as a man, a physically challenged survivor.
They celebrate our strength, but our weakness imprisons us,
they profess their love, a love that soon fades away;
they show their care, but we just want to be hale.
They assure us of a bright future-- a future they would never dare to feature in.
They speak, they wish, they support, but we always want more because our defects make us different.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
They stare, she smiles,
they grin, she observes.
They pity, she's queasy,
they brood, she walks away--
life as a lady with a crutch.
I smile, they hail,
I step out, they celebrate,
I emit knowledge, they are wowed;
I struggle to fit in, they support.
I try to be unique just as I am, but the struggle within, no one seem to care;
life as a man, a physically challenged survivor.
They celebrate our strength, but our weakness imprisons us,
they profess their love, a love that soon fades away;
they show their care, but we just want to be hale.
They assure us of a bright future-- a future they would never dare to feature in.
They speak, they wish, they support, but we always want more because our defects make us different.
Life of a physically challenged survivor.
