Sitting is my only choice
I rolls slowly down the halls
I don't really have a voice
No one ever seems to hear my calls

******* the gloves of black
Pushing and pushing all day
My teachers think I tend to slack
I really have a lot to say

It's harder than you think to be me
To not be able to walk
And not be able to see
People tend to think I can't talk

I wish the world could see it
What it's like to live on wheels
You can't do anything alone
You need help and more help.....