I Am Me
He looked scary, so they stayed away.
None of them had ever seen a child in a wheel chair before,
So the teacher came to school in a wheelchair on day two,
And they crowded around her, and she asked them
“Am I me?” or am I part of a wheelchair?
“You are you,” they yelled out, confident, happy.
“I am me,” the child in the wheelchair told them. “I would like to know more of you.”
They left the teacher and crowded around the boy who happened to have a wheelchair,
Seeing him as a person for the first time.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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