I have a heavy tongue
Thus I slur in my speech
I am on medications
My walk isn’t that great
I cannot handle things
My neurons are to be blamed
My hands and feet tremble
I have accepted it as a part of me
But my soul is clean
So is my heart
Then why keep me aloof
From the everyday part?
I wish to be loved
I wish to be an asset
Without your support
I won’t be able to even touch my racquet
Calling someone a spastic
Hurts them a lot
But what’s worse
Is that the spirit of humanity
Dies
