Why Do You Stare - Poem by Ruth warren
Tell me please why do you stare,
Is it my clothing or maybe my hair?
I have tried very hard to look tidy appealing,
So why do your eyes now look at the ceiling?
When you ask questions it is never to my face,
Is my being alive such a disgrace?
I may not be as robust as you,
But I do have qualities that are faithful and true.
I could be your friend in time of great need,
If you were to hurt then I too would bleed.
I accomplish so much with all of my day,
I'm an ordinary person and should not affect you this way.
So tell me please why do you stare,
Or could it be the wheels on my chair?
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