What is a human?
Is it the seen?
Or the unseen?
We unknownly
Labelled ourselves.
Now there’s others
Fighting to be part
Of this popular label.

A disabled human
Is very much a human.
I don’t see the box
I see what’s
Inside the box.
The door isn’t
Your house.
Just like your flash
Or lack of flash on bone
Isn’t what makes you.
It comes with the package.
Why get treated differently?

It’s not about what we see
It’s about what we feel
What makes us different
Is our soul and the
Language it speaks.


    1. Thank you. It was a thought process after watching an interview of two blind people who were brought up to think they weren’t blind.. Confusing but that was what inspired this poem


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