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Democracy, a dream so pure,
In an ethical land, it must endure.
Where common good above all stands,
And unity shapes the people's hands.

My rights

Are my mirror

They reflect me

They reflect how people think of me

The mirror is small

Just big enough to see my face

My world, was full of happiness and bright

my world, comforting from daylight to night.

my world, seeing animals ripping people into bloody tears,

I know now that they shouldn't be my biggest fears.

Why does the world pretend to act like nothing bad is happening?

Why does the government, meant to safeguard the people, suddenly make this a monarchy?

I find it stupid that some people think that this is all fine and dandy.

I’ll say it: I hate our president

All my life, people have written me off as

“different”

“possessed” and

“antisocial”

And while yes

I am different

I am not possessed

I am disabled

my rights are in a chokehold,

gasping for the air they once were able to breathe in deep.

the air that made them feel so free,

like a bird in the great open sky,

or a puppy full of sweet little dreams.