10am, I arrive, my heart beating fast,
Even though I'm not meeting her 'til half past.
It's a gorgeous café and I buy a large drink,
"I hope this will last," I can't help but think.
I live up the road, it's not very far,
Lovely weather today, but I still took the car.
One hour later and everything's fine,
We talk of commitment and money and time.
My abilities check every box on her list,
Then she makes me an offer I cannot resist.
A shake of her hand and she bids me good day,
I hope my unfinished drink didn't give me away,
Or that I arrived first and left after our talk,
All to make sure she didn't see me try to walk,
These decisions today were to avoid getting labelled,
If I'd made one wrong move, she'd have known I was disabled.
A/N I wanted this poem, which is based on a genuine interview experience, to highlight that discrimination can be a real concern for those who are different. Dedicated to everyone who faces these challenges every day. ❤️
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Gates of Heaven
ŞiirThis is a collection of my poetry. Each individual chapter is a standalone poem, and they aren't in any particular order. I'll add to it if I create any more, but they tend to be spontaneous so I don't have a schedule for updates. "Gates of Heave...
