Don't you just love how
society defines you?
How society is purely built on able-bodied
typically beautiful perfect
How the "disabled" are labelled
Tagged with their biological faults like
Tagged, numbered, counted
They always say we should "be grateful for what we do have" but how can we when
24/7 we are surrounded by
Society’s advertisements of everything we don’t?
Don't you just adore how it's
Us: abnormalities extracted for our shining personalities and persevering, determined, unbroken nature with them looking down on
If you have two legs and walk on the moon it's
"Man Makes History"
If I have one leg and walk on the moon it's
"Handicapped Breaks Boundary"
But my unique genetic coding isn't wrong.
The same way your ears are pointy
Mine just can't
Hear you spitting disgust at
Me, myself and
I have difficulty with my
Speech can change a nation but it's still
Don't you just admire how
For some strange reason our 'problems' are down to faulty genes
But I can't help it if God made me like this
What would acceptance look like if
We all looked alike?
If we were all the same?
You want to express yourself through clothes
But by being who you are
Is that not expressive enough?
Isn't it great how
People think that
Just because I'm missing a limb
My only dream is to have one
Yes I sometimes wish for what I don't have
Or even wish to lose what I have too much of
But my dreams can be your dreams too
I have no left arm
My dream is to travel the world
I have a 6th finger
My dream is to be an astronaut
I have no sight
My dream is to be an artist
An artist?! "How will you see the art?" they say
That’s my secret weapon see
But that's okay.
I don't need to.
But what is not okay is that
I can't use public transport okay
Because it’s made for those with sight.
I have no sense of sound
My dream is to be a concert pianist
Yes, I can't hear
And that's okay.
But what's not okay is that
I am laughed at
For having to look at you to read your lips.
You gasp at my face because my nose isn't right
So why can't
I gasp at your face because your eyes aren't quite white
I am me and you are you
So let it drop, let me be
who I am and if it's a problem to you
Then feel free to take it up with my 47th chromosome
Yes, that's right I have one more than you
But does that mean I'm not a human too?
Of course it must! Because otherwise I'd be
What does 'normal' look like though?
Is it white or black?
Tall or short?
Fat or thin?
If you're hearing
then you're mixing it up with
Society is what makes you look at me funny right?
Because I am nothing close to the woman on the side of the bus
The 'normal' ship came and went before the doctors told my mum
"Ma'am, there’s this problem with your child."
But I know one thing for sure you see
The one thing I can't really explain
The speech that could change the world is hard
But one thing my mum always says:
No, it's not that I am
A biological fault
Not what society wants me to be
Not that I am a mistake
A rare case
Not even strange
Just that I am
As are you.
As is everyone.
Don't you just hate how no one gets that?