A poem on being different.
Since I was born
I’ve heard the same damn line
“You are different”
And it’s always on my mind
What makes me different
They all say
Is that my dead legs
Are always getting in the way
Maybe they feel
That I’m not as smart
Or maybe they are just uncomfortable
Because they lack heart
They don’t have the heart
To accept what they see
They don’t see past my chair
They don’t see me for me
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