Stripped of a voice
left to die
these atrocities were never seen,
the world never cared
when 'Survival of the Fittest'
is the only motto taught in schools,
policing wheelchairs is the hottest hobby
The Media always pushes this motto
while society claims it's just a movie.
I've become mute in the process
while the only ones who can hear,
have faced the atrocities first hand
faced the unwanted advice,
told to just die already,
while they praise the caregiver for being strong.
My voice never mattered,
even when I told 'friends'
not to post ableist jokes on Facebook.
Even when I cried out for help,
it was proof I will only ever be damaged
My acceptance of my life
is a radical glorification of negativity.
I should never demand accessibility,
It's only a burden to others.
I should shut up and adapt
I should shut up and stay hidden.
The disabled voice is meant to be an unheard one
YOU ARE READING
The Muddled Thoughts of the Chronically Ill
PoetryPoems about my struggle with chronic illness and how chronic illness is approached by society.
