Boy Rigamortis Poem by Eli Medina

while in the womb my legs would'nt bloom,

a loss of oxegen to my brain... thats why they say my legs remain lame,

that is'nt fare I do declare, but thats just life being itself...

year by year doctors would say they had a cure,

they'd put me to sleep just to cut me up neat,

leaving hideous scares on my legs and feet,

now I feel like a precious pile of heap...

unable to keep up with the rest of of fleet,

so I write these lines to help your mind to see the painful reailty,

of a boy rigamortis who walks the earth...

judged by all but understood by few,

only wish society knew.