No, you didn't see me on the 'undatables'.
No, I'm not brave.
No, I do NOT need a driving license for either my walking frame or wheelchair.
Do you honestly think I haven't heard that before?
Do you think I'll honestly laugh?
No, I do not appreciate the phrase 'all things considered' being added to compliments like 'you're good looking' and 'you're clever'.
No, I do not know your disabled friend, we are not all in a massive group chat sadly.
No, I'm not inspirational. I'm a twat.
No, I can't break the speed limit in my wheelchair, I don't appreciate you accusing me of such crimes.
No, I don't want to be in the Paralympics.
No, I can not do anything I want to... Susan, have you ever seen a spastic complete a fucking triathlon?
No, I'm not special. Have you never seen a redhead in a suit before Susan? I'm sure there's plenty of us out there!
No, you cannot borrow my wheelchair when you're drunk. I need it... for when I'm drunk.
You put so many labels on me and for some reason wonder why I consider myself 'a discount human'. Maybe it's because you keep reducing me to just my disability Susan.
Note from Poet:
Susan does not exist.
I do not know a Susan.
-XR
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PoetryI'm an 18 year old boy with Cerebral Palsy, depression and anxiety. I'm a British Hipster Punk Fuck who has dreams of happiness and independence. Living with my difficulties can be saddening and difficult so to cope I draw (follow my Instagram: ale...
