A salty tear runs down my cheek,
as unfamiliar faces stare.
Acceptance here is all I seek,
while sitting in my wheeled chair.
I can not help the way I look,
like gnarled branches of a tree.
My outer beauty someone took,
and left behind the real me.
Can't they see the pain in my eyes,
before turning their heads around.
The smiles of friendship all but lies,
as not a true friend, I have found.
I cry out in silence"I'm here",
can you see the person I am?
You have nothing at all to fear,
I am Gods child, his little lamb.
Copyright ©2001ÊRoseÊJenneman
Reason for writing:
Poem from the heart / I work in the comunity with handi cap persons and I wrote this about SPECIAL PEOPLE that we see in mall . on the street ,or in our own families.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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