True, I can’t see
but I tell you, I can hear what you can’t.
True, she can’t hear
but her eyes are sharper than yours.
True, his words slurs
but he can figure out the sums faster than you.
True I walk with a limp
but my mind race faster than yours.
True, I was born different
but aren’t we all.
Some get extension,
others get weave-on.
Some get sew-in,
others get clip-on.
Both are different
but equal in purpose.
I’m different to you
but we are equal.
With every part of me you call – Limitation.
Is replaced with a part I call – Possibilities.
For every mile I can not go – Is compensated for,
by the quality of meters I have gone.
So don’t look at me like
I’m not a force to reckon with.
Don’t stare at me like
I am a thing of wonder.
Don’t laugh at me
like I’m an animal in extinct.
Don’t pity me
like I’m a poor soul.
For it takes strength to be me.
It takes strength to be different.
It takes strength to be challenged.
It takes strength to be limited.
So this is the time I would say
ignore the truth, look at the but
and don’t look, stare, laugh or pity.
Just accept, love, care for,
help and encourage me
to be the true and the best me.