Perception

My soul in a body that will not walk,

My min in a face that will not talk.

No mateer how hard I try, you do not hear,

An I need you so much to calm my fear.

I have so much to offer, so much to say,

But I cannot communicate in the usual way.

Look into my eyes and watch my hands,

Only then will you begin to unerstand.

My wheelchair is the barrier you see,

You towering over me is the barrier to me.

We can be friends, we can speak freely,

As soon as you change the way you percieve me!



by ambryan