: A Different World
In his chair, he wheels through the throng,
Each gaze a weight, each whisper a song.
I bare witness to a world full of stares,
Where difference invites scrutiny, not cares.
He dreams of running, of feeling the breeze,
But his legs won't heed, they're captives to seize.
I bare witness to a world of assumed norms,
Where fitting in means conforming to forms.
His laughter mingles with silent tears,
For every step forward, he feels the jeers.
I bare witness to a world of unseen chains,
Where freedom's illusion fuels whispered disdain.
He reaches out, hoping for a touch,
But fear of difference, it proves too much.
I bare witness to a world afraid to embrace,
Where prejudice lurks, leaving no trace.
Yet in his eyes, there's a silent plea,
To see beyond the chair, to set him free.
I bare witness to a world in need of change,
Where acceptance blossoms, breaking estrange.
So let us not judge by what we see,
But by the heart that longs to be free.
I bare witness to a world of endless grace,
Where every soul finds its rightful place.
