Nobody wants to give me a chance
They take one look and turn away
Like my wheelchair defines who I am
Making up their minds before I can say
A single word about my dreams
The things I know, the skills I've learned
They see the limits of my body
But miss the fire that's always burned
Inside my mind, behind my eyes
Where thoughts and hopes pile up so high
I could be the one they're looking for
If they'd just stop and ask me why
I'm stuck here sending resume after resume
Into the void of "we'll get back to you"
Each rejection feels heavier than the last
As I watch others pass through
I have so much bottled up to share
Knowledge and drive that goes to waste
While they keep judging me by what I can't do
Instead of giving me a taste
Of what it means to prove myself
To show them wrong, to break free
From this rut that holds me down
And finally let them see
The person that I really am
Beyond what meets their eye
I just need that single chance
One chance before they say goodbye
Disclaimer:
This poem is a work of fiction and a product of my imagination. It is not based on personal experiences, and I am not physically challenged.
