Wheelchair Guy

I only talk through tech
I've never had the gift of tongues
Or legs that lift me up
Or looks that don't disturb

The simple need of friendship
Impossible for ugly broken
Mishaps like me
Am I Difficult for you to see
You look away and try to think
Of anything but life without legs and a voice

Your fear of me is like hatred
Like a hate crime against the disabled
You used to call me crippled, shut in
Now you don't label me at all
Except the Nowhere people in chairs who
You don't think we're really quite human at all

Since I have no family
They toss me back and forth
Assisted living in a prison home
Not enough food or
Any money I get is gone
Six times a year they grudgingly ask me if I'm ok
One time I told the truth but they locked ME away
Held me for a week with no placement family
And sent me back screaming with the ones I exposed
For the sadistic succubus that they are



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Bridges
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