I Am Not My Wheelchair

What do you see when you stare at a wheelchair?
A physical prison nobody wants to live in
It isn’t fair that some people try to compare
When we all have a different life challenge to bear
Besides the truth is a lot of people use this
As a form of transportation to go, it may be someone you know
Your friend, your spouse, your father, your mother
A coworker, classmate, sister or brother
No matter the relation people always rediscover
How you still shouldn’t ever judge a book by its cover
And when you read through my pages
You’ll realize that for me a cage is
Not what you see, but what you allow it to be

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