Just To Be
I wish not to be called names or labeled
As I am made up of oh so much more
It hurts and makes my heart awfully sore
When I am termed as simply "disabled"
People don't understand me as a whole
They look at me and see all that I lack
As if everything were all white and black
And as though I had neither heart nor soul
Show me some respect and I'll do the same
I do have feelings, you know, and I bleed
As there are things like love and warmth I need
And life is much more than some childish game
There's depth to me that goes farther than looks
The size and shape of my body won't show
The depth of my true passions, as they grow
Though I am well versed on how to judge books
I have an illness that does not have me
I long to be kept no more, but set free
From the chains that no one is able to see
And just be myself, for once, just to "be"
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