Sight

It really winds me up, when people treat others differently, if they have 'problems'.
This is just a miny rant of mine, written in poem form...

Having a disability

Doesn’t mean

I’m any different

From you- I’m just me.

 

People ask-

‘How do you cope?’

I ask them the same in return.

They say-‘but I’m normal’

And so am I. What difference does it make,

If I’m part-blind?

 

I look at the world,

And I hardly see a thing,

But I see more than most, for

While their eyes are narrowed-

Mine are wide.

The End

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