NOTE: This poem addresses issues on views and perspectives of the impaired. I know this may be sensitive topic to some of you. So please don't read ahead if you feel you can't.
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You say I can't see
But I can hear what you say
Some of you take advantage
Waving your hands in my face
I can feel you there
Some of you feel sorry for me
That's what you don't
Understand
I appreciate, you opening doors
But I am perfectly able
Just like you
You think I can't walk
Doesn't mean I can't move
I can see you avoid my glance
Giving me sympathetic looks
Or offer to push
What you don't
Know
Is that I've spent years training myself
So that I'm perfectly able
Just like you
You look at my arm
Like something's missing
To me it's normal
I have one hand
I see you shudder, feeling your own
Imagining there air was in its place
What you don't
Feel
Is my shame
I'm perfectly able
Just.
Like.
You.
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The Journey
PoesíaHey guys, I've decided to publish an anthology, not necessarily based on my own experience, but my collected thoughts and ideas. I'm putting out a poem a day. I hope you enjoy it..
