A poetic version of a man born without legs.
People watch, people stare
I shrug it off as if I don’t care
I don’t have legs, and it’s not fail
I feel as if I’m living a nightmare
My stumps hurt, my heart aches
But a difference is, what I want to make
I work hard, I go to school
I ignore the people who are cruel
Slowly, steadily, I gain some hope
A fire in me slowly grows
Strong and steady, it won’t go out
I ignore what they say, I’m normal no doubt
My stumps wear out, the pain returns
My eyes sting with tears, my legs burn
But I’ll make it through, the doctor says
I may even get artificial legs
I go to the makers, but I am shunned
Until one makes me legs of aluminum
I have the opportunity to choose my size
And how tall I want to rise
I now have legs, and the fire burns strong
It feels so right, I feel like I belong
I’m a new man, happy and proud
No one and nothing can put the flame out
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