You See Me, But Do You Really

I’m disabled

So I know

What it’s like to be looked at like

I’m less or not at all

You see me

But do you really?

I’m blind

I’m deaf

I’m mute.

I’m in a wheelchair

I’m an amputee

I’m one of many

Looked at far

To often

With little regard,

Talked down to.

You see me

In the parking lot

Taking the handicap

Spot

But I walk

What you don’t see

Is the prosthetic

Hiding

Beneath jeans

Or the lungs

That don’t fully

Cooperate.

Your quick to judge

To make assumptions

About the things

I can and cannot do

I’m in a Chair

You talk to me