It's almost halloween everyones geting ready to go trick or treating.That is everyone but me.I have no costume or basket but I do have a disability.I use a wheelchair because I have cerebral palsy.The housesin the neighborhoodhave no ramp so no trick or treat for me.Yeah my sibling give me a few pieces of the candy they got but it just not the same. I feel like my disability is a Ghoul costume and CP is its name. It is a costume I will have to wear for the rest of my life.Halloween is one day a year for most but for me it is every day and night.Why do I think this? Well it is because the way people whisper and stare.They look at me as if I am a creature from nowhere.My parents tell me I am just like everyone else.They tell me not to be ashame of myself.And most times I do but every year on halloween I realize I am not like everyone else when there is no trick or treat for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem