out the door
of "a perfect world".
"You should be with your own kind".
"You have no place here".
"WE DO NOT WANT CRIPPLES".
A label given by people living in a sterile world.
They cannot let us mar
their snow white creation.
So conveniently they forget-
(shut away, we cannot bother them).
My soul cries to be released but
I am silent.
For I know
it would do no good.
Copyright © Annie Chace | Year Posted 2005
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