Show Me You Care

"SHOW US YOU CARE" My feet turn in, my voice is slurred and life isn't fair. Out in public I get funny looks and people stare. Stop looking and just sit ask us why. We'd rather explain then sit home and cry. There's no difference we're all made the same. We have a disease and they all have a name. Wish we were all kinder and never felt alone. If your perfect than you'll throw the first stone. Our minds still work it's our bodies that are broken. We still need the"I LOVE YOU"words to be spoken. So stop and think before you speak. Being cripple doesn't mean your a freak. Please keep us all in your prayers. That shows us that you all do care. Teresa Skyles//Theoklapoet 06/07/09