I remember laying in that bed
that cold October morning,
I had just realized they’d cut off my hair. ***

Tubes shoved down my throat stopped my speech,
I could only hear as the doctors gave my mom my fate
really I call it a list of limitations. ***

“She won’t be able to walk,
she won’t be able to talk,
she’ll be completely paralyzed on her right side.” ***

I thought to myself, who are they to decide such a fate?

My mother only smiled and said, “Dr. that’s not up to you.”

My dad stood strong and backed her up,
“We know our child,” as I was rushed into surgery. ***

Physical therapy was hard that next week,
but I pushed on never forgetting
their unlikely words of encouragement,

“She won’t be able to walk,
she won’t be able to talk,
she’ll be completely paralyzed on her right side”. ***

See, I’ll be no-body’s vegetable.

I was raised to be a fighter,
and I do through every word I speak,
through every  step I take,

I am stronger than your expectations. ***

So…  Who is going to stop me?

***No Limitations***.