[As part of the BA in Creative Writing that I started several years ago - and haven't yet finished - we had to write a monograph on a chosen subject, mine comprised several pieces of writing on disability. I'm posting each piece in a seperate post. Rereading this, I'm not entirely happy with a couple of lines, but I do like the premise of it overall.]
When you will not hear my pain
You cannot share my joy
When you will not acknowledge my hate
You cannot feel my love
When you will not allow my weakness
You cannot be supported by my strength
When you will not accept my difference
You cannot appreciate my beauty
When you will not see me
That does not mean I don’t exist
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