i used to walk perfectly like all of you;
i could run as fast as a cheetah.
i could jump and do awesome kicks.
just like all of you.
i never in my life, thought i’d stop doing all the awesome things i used to do.
i would see people in wheelchairs,
people walking on crutches
people helplessly lying down with dead muscles.
and i would have pity on them.
“shame,it must be really hard for you!”
until i got in it and knew exactly how they felt.
i feel it every day.
my legs can’t bend.
my knees can only stay straight.
i walk with difficulty.
my life is slower than the rest’s.
i can’t kick or run as I did before.
though hopeful, i am hopeless.
i work out daily, but it is not enough.
i try with all my heart to recover but it’s hard.
oh, you automobile, why did you do this to me.
i trusted you to take me where I needed to go,
but rather, you took away my kicks and jumps and runs.
i am crippled, i know.
stop treating me like a queen
i wanna stay human.