What am I to do
When I cannot reach
The bar set high for
Me that everyone
Else can easily
Jump right over just
Because I was born
Without all of the
"Requirements" that
Society does well
Impose onto all
That enter into
Life as we know it?
I can't help that I
Do not fit the mold
Everybody HAS
To fit exactly
In if they want to
Live a good life, I
Was made like this and
That cannot be changed
So why do we set
Such expectations
Onto us, onto
Our children despite
The truth that we know
It does not help to
Discriminate
Based on things that are
Not our fault being
As we are, no point
In excluding those
Who are not a part
Of the "norms" we hold
Over ourselves, can't
We just allow our
People exist and
Live in this world
As they are than to
Put a barrier
On who can live so
Happily and so
Blissfully we are
Supposed to have a
Right to as humans?
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PoetryThese are poems about my daily struggles that I deal with. If you relate to any, feel free to comment, vote, and follow me for more! I will be updating every day or two.
