Life Down Here...

If I could stand,
What's there to see?
Would it be more than a child,
Curiously looking at me?

Will I be treated as an equal?
Or will people play the game
Pointing and teasing?
Never askng, "What's your name?"

As I roll through the crowd,
In my hulking, metal chair,
And the people all around me,
Do nothing but stare.

Should I yell?
Should I scream?
"What's the matter with you?"!!
Or should I smile and ignore it,
Like I always do?

Life down here is a battle,
To be seen as an equal.
Pushed away and looked over,
By so many people.

The ache that I feel,
Comes from the same place,
It's in my heart,
In my spirit,
Due to everyone's blank face.

Do you think you'd survive ,
a day in my shoes?
Walk in misery,
Sit in happiness,
Which one would you choose?

Truth be told,
In reality,
I don't harbor any fear,
I'm a strong disabled woman,
With a life full of cheer.

I share my strength with others,
Who need a helping hand,
For those who can't cope,
And don't understand.

Although we are different,
There's no reason to fear,
The ignorance of other's...

Cuz it's comfortable...

Life down here.