I am not just a cripple
in a wheelchair.
Just a poor imbecile that dribbles.
Your first concept of me isn’t fair
To see me, you have to open your mind
To see my colorful aurora and my quirky styles
You don’t know that I am kind.
I am dismiss by your wrongful ignorance eyes
I have piercings and tattoos, I am fun
Open your eyes, I am a beautiful woman
who wants to be loved, I am just like everyone
I have a beating heart, like any other human
for someone, a soul who accepts me
Who accepts my faults, please talk to me about your easy life!
I am wild and free
- Author: 4wheels (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 19th, 2024 05:05
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
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