Time Is Running Out

What’s wrong?

Said the snake to the songbird.

What’s wrong, little songbird?

Why don’t you sing me a song?

You see,

Said the songbird to the snake.

You see, I’m tired of running away.

Is this what it feels like?

To not be considered human?

To be some invalid,

Invisible thing

That almost nobody wants?

Is this what it feels like?

To be rejected and turned away?

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