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Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #2208676
Why I have to use an aid to walk
My Wheelchair

My wheelchair is not a fashion statement,
Nor is it a piece of bling,
I use it because I have to
It’s not a trendy thing.
I use it through necessity
I do have things to do,
Without my stable platform
I'd be stuck in the house all day.
Not able to contribute to society
A burden I would be
That’s not the kind of person
I wish you all to see.
I’m still the same old person you knew from days of yore,
I may Have a fragile body but inside
I feel I am the God of Thunder; Thor.
My magic hammer Mjölnir
Is now a crutch behind the door.
Look beyond the chair that is a metal cage,
And you’ll see I have a tiger’s pent-up rage.

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