Creativity641

I know the rules and rights are 

The same:

For boys and girls

And everyone in between,

We are supposed to stand

On the same uneven ground,

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.

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.

Whispers so cruel flood the news,

Filling many hearts with fear. 

Some listen to only what they want to hear. 

Their denial leaves a black and blue bruise.