'' What Can Be Achieved '' Poem by Bri Mar

Let's be formal,
What is normal?
Is it you or could it be me,
Your answer could well be informal,
Though I doubt if we'll ever agree.

One who is blind,
Can he be refined,
Be careful you don't judge in haste,
To adapt to suit we are all designed,
For living we all have a taste.

Take her with no legs,
Is she classed as dregs?
For some it's their way of life,
For equality and parity is all she begs,
Why would anyone want to cause strife?

Mental health,
Can creep up by stealth,
It's an issue too easily fudged,
Understanding it is their true wealth,
Do not judge them lest you be judged.

Him with no arms,
Still has his charms,
He'll melt you with his beautiful smile,
A mind so refined he can ring alarms,
His voice can also beguile.

Though some can't hear,
We've nothing to fear,
They know exactly what we're saying,
Words in many guises appear,
Our attitude to life needs surveying.

I can't talk,
My mouths in a lock,
But believe me I'll get my message across,
Of everything above, we need to take stock,
Why we don't, put's us at a loss.

In life's great game,
There'll be those who defame,
With prejudice, they are being deceived,
In reality we're all Human, yes exactly the same,
There's no limit to,

‘' What Can Be Achieved ‘'