When you look at me what do you see?
My spastic limbs?
My powerchair?
If that's all you see you don't see me.
I am not disabled
CP is not who I am. It is what it is.
I did not choose it.
It chose me.
I am not disabled.
Do you see me as inferior?
Less than you?
Not equal to?
I am not disabled.
I make mistakes.
From them, I learn.
From them, I grow
I am not disabled.
I enjoy the same things you do.
Dinner, drinks, movies.
Bowling. (it's a sport)
Football.
Scratch that.
I enjoy the Kelce Brothers.
Football, not so much.
I am not disabled.
You are reading this thinking "She's lost her mind."
Quite the contrary.
My mind is where I shine.
I am not disabled.
Cuz in my head I'm the same as you.
And I've got no reason to be blue.
I am not disabled.
I can think. I create. I write.
That's how I express myself.
I am not disabled.
When you see me as I see you.
Really, truly, when you do
You'll be so proud.
You'll shout it out loud.
She is not disabled
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