Protests by people with disabilities where the more severe who drool and talk differently are not permitted to meet with important officials – experienced in 1999.
Pimp me again
My so-called friend
Use our numbers
For your need
As you plead
For the rights
You will deny those like me
Within your community.
Your poster child
For a while
“Roll on our wheels”
Was one of the spiels.
As we paraded down streets
My kind spas-spits “We belong”
While in song —
The Barbie’s and Ken’s
From their wheelchairs
Feed us lines of our importance.
But the dolls will roll when the governor calls
And we’re left to drool our grievances in the halls.
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