In this world correlated dysfunctional body parts, in the eyes of the imaginary Collation of inability lies deep within the healing of perceptions, in my enhancement of my dysfunctional seminary to control my thoughts have a mind of its on,
In this proclamation of ability is a magnet to hide my dysfunction from the world; Nevertheless it speaks through a vacuum where the world sets limits to your capabilities to function in a private sector of clicks which have no respect for the mind who fights just to stay alive, the over all discrimination when one is not taken seriously, and the disabilities becomes a shelter hidden from those, who have no control of their on.
It is easy to say to self my disability is more so a strength to forsake the darkness that man judge when the windows are close, I say to my self in the horror of its on justice shall cause, but in reality I walk the marks men rope, when he feels that my mind has know strength of its own, the blind man who cannot see and the dog guides his needs, but the people sit in judgment, in the observation he is no longer a person, and cannot protect his liberty of self, the legs that no longer function, and the body becomes numb and the world looks on, he is just half a man, so when will the world see, that it is not the body who leads, but the mind who contributes the solitude of progression for mans self esteem.
Change the thought and change the man, who is liberty and who is really free, blind man who wear shares to prevent the seminary of torture, in the perfect perception man who thinks he is the ultimate man without a disease. Like the statue of liberty stands above the grounds of the free, the sedentary of disability as well stands above the justice that man prevails when the congestions of those who have missing parts that no longer can be seen. If the world who love thee, cannot see beyond the material body which it displays, justice has no identity only if it dose not resemble what man call perfect men.
I speak from the tongue of aesthetics and I write from the power of pen introduction, what is disability a confinement of words, when the world detains the observation of its cause, let no man flower me with pity, let not the world forsake my dignity, let not the opposition of cause relate me to dysfunctional, I walk, speak, cry, and delete the negativity that speaks for my cause.
