Disability - Poem by Yeremiah Hardt
Does not describe all of me,
It’s only a small part of me.
Everyone’s disabled to some degree
However it’s only apparent in a few like me.
I am not physically disabled
I am neurologically not able.
Why do you taunght me
You make me not able to work,
But make me more intelligent then the common jerk.
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