And born like this.

Predisposed to trauma’s impact,

Cuts slip deeper easier,

Bruises come without much pressure.

A heart dropping

All in effort spent.

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My energy easily disposed,

Aging earlier than years imply,

All for a physical truth,

A body imperfect,

Disabled since birth.

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Yet I pushed through,

Eagerly aware of the need

In society for me to submit.

‘Another brick in the wall’

Simplified yet expected.

Only the sparse few are chosen

As exceptions.

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Not really how its meant to be,

As civilized is described

As not leaving another behind,

But living is treated as a competition instead.

Who can win the most bread?

No matter the cost;

Some of us start out depleted,

Needing extra from others…

Were they born in the right space,

To make it so?