What I see is all normal people.

Me on the outside.

I have a deficit.

I have only one arm. And one leg.

I am blind. With little hearing.

Not Like you.

I sit in the corner.


I hang my head. And make myself small.

i take call after call.

From nobodies. And I am powerful.

i have no sentences for you.

So I speak in broken word.

I sit in the crawlspace on cold cement.

blinding darkness. spiders and rats. my friends.

Just a child.

Just a woman.

dead to the world.



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