A lot of times
I sit and wonder
Where is the support
That I was promised
They talk a good talk
About how things are supposed to be
But the say nothing about
How they don't apply to me
For, I was in an accident
When I was young
And am supposed to be getting help
But am having the door slammed in my face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem