I trip and fall on my face
And people stare and laugh
Like I’m a disgrace
The unsteady steps
The buckling knees
The people telling me that i’m weak
And unfortunately they are right
I’m weak the muscles twitch and collapse
I sometimes wish I could go back
To before my brain was bleeding
To before I was in the hospital every fleeting moment
To before everything became unbalanced
Before I became unbalanced
I wear plastic on my feet
To correct the pigeon toes
They are uncomfortable and sticky
But you do what you have to to stay upright
To stay confined in the boxes of able people
Of people whose bodies can’t disobey
Of people whose bodies don’t struggle to achieve basic tasks
I said I wish I could go back
But then this topic wouldn’t matter
And I wouldn’t have a reason to care
About stone steps instead of ramps
And that would be a shame because that matters
The ability to go where you please without struggle
Is a basic human expectation
But it’s denied
Because of budget
Because of the perfect aesthetic
Or maybe because we both know
That even when it’s mandated by law
By the people in charge
It’s pushed afar as if that’s alright
It isn’t and it will never be
So people will fight
To disassemble the stone steps
In exchange for a flat incline
I don’t want to go back
Because I want to fight
And that’s something i shouldn’t wish away
Because having something worth fighting for in a world of issues
Is a gift that I wouldn’t want taken away
