Nondisabled Demands Poem by Jillian Weise

It's not fair. You owe it to the reader.
We're trying to help. We have an uncle
with a disability and he always says

exactly what it is. Take it from him.
Take it from us. Take it from them.
You can't expect people to read you

if you don't come out and say it.
Everyone knows the default mode
of a poem is ten fingers, ten toes

with sight and hearing and balance.
When this is not true, it is incumbent
on you to come out and say it.

Here's what. We'll rope you
to the podium and ask
What do you have? What is it?