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I had a dream, The dream again Of the girl about To be hit by a train. A beautiful girl With long blond hair; I'm never quite sure If she knows I'm there. I scream, I reach But ever too late.
He controlled me for years I never questioned him I hid my tears To make sure he couldn't criticize them The scars that came from his never ending game Will always be there, reminding me of that...
Strength comes from within, whether you're battered or beaten in. Women are equipped with this, whether they like it or not. Built on compassion and care, a motherly love grows on you unawares.
For my gorgeous friend x. There's a sparkle about you I haven't seen for a while. Life has changed, the tears you've replaced with a smile. No longer someone's emotional and physical punch bag.
There is a place. Where I am free. Free from those who judge, and discourage, and change. And I never hear the word no. There is a place. Where I under go a transformation.
Why does everyone think that, If your beautiful on the inside, Your ugly and nerdy outside, Come with me on a mental ride.
#disabilityaware (A) ccepted Not yet... (M) aybe someday, (I) will 'fit in', (T) reated like an equal.
#sundayrepost. I might not be your Cinderella. But you ain't my Prince Charming. You act like a hot shot fella. But your arms ain't that warming. I might not be your Snow White.
One day you'll wake up in a house that's become your home, And he'll say "Behold, God blessed me with an angel all my own" Say, girl. Don't look down. Keep you head up out the ground.
#disabilityaware. Why won't they all stop looking at me. Why won't the whispers hush. Why won't they all just let me be. Do I ask of them too much. Can't they see I'm just like them.
Don't turn the other cheek, open your eyes see through the smoke screen Don't let the illusion of fear keep you weak.
Free like me. That's what I want to be. Free in my mind. All the time. Not hidden away. Speak the truth. Never afraid. Just live. Be me. Be free. If hidden away. Is a way. To say. You hate that you.
#disabilityaware. B lind to my feelings unable to see past my disability. L ooks of pity or distaste are a daily probability. I gnorance you wear as you make your assumptions.
Put your pen to paper, Be the inspiration maker, Help me in my quest, To put societies ignorances to the test, What I need you all to do, Is write about disabilities and your view, Or the...
Writing because I have no voice. Fighting my battles with my weapon of choice. Using my words but not using my mouth. I'm louder I find, with my words WRITTEN out.
We are the strong. We are the proud. We are the broken. Who got up when we fell. Our stories are written in dust. Built from broken trails. The frail hands who raise their arms. Despite all the chaos.
Up till this very moment my life was exactly what I didn't want. It was chaotic, crazy, boring and at times not even mine.
Give a girl the right shoes and watch her conquer the world Give her self confidence and she'll make her voice heard. Give a girl strength and to herself she'll always remain true.
Jotting down a couple words. To get me through the day. All of this inside my head. That no one hears me say. And now I've finally found a way. To let them understand. The only way to get it out.
Whispered shadows of things long gone, Tales of what could be. The secrets hidden under rocks And high up in the trees. With every step I take, I remember knights of old. Courage, justice, and...
She slouched immobile a broken puppet as he pulled her strings moving and controlling her every flinch, generating her pain.
There are things in this world. Meant not to say. But to be seen and not heard. In their own quiet way. If said, it's regretted. For feelings get stung. And then. There are hands to be wrung. Because.
Don't you let him hurt you anymore Don't you cry another tear I won't let him hurt you anymore I will be right here I will be your shoes and socks Get you back on your feet I will be your tissue You...
Disabled, imperfect and inaccurate to look through colour blind eyes...