They stare, she smiles,
they grin, she observes.
They pity, she’s queasy,
they brood, she walks away–
life as a lady with a crutch.
I smile, they hail,
I step out, they celebrate,
I emit knowledge, they are wowed;
I struggle to fit in, they support.
I try to be unique just as I am, but the struggle within, no one seem to care;
life as a man, a physically challenged survivor.
They celebrate our strength, but our weakness imprisons us,
they profess their love, a love that soon fades away;
they show their care, but we just want to be hale.
They assure us of a bright future– a future they would never dare to feature in.
They speak, they wish, they support, but we always want more because our defects make us different.