The other side of Me.
On most days I can tolerate being laughed at
by a sea of immature audience,
greeted by curious looks and strange looks
who refuse to acknowledge
what it takes to be alive.
You walk a certain way
its not normal
they will laugh at you.
most days its okay
I’ll laugh along.
I can see how I brighten their day.
I have a funny bone or two I guess…
There are days when the joke is not funny
I’d like for someone to cut me some slack
and respect my struggle and acknowledge
my presence without so much as a giggle.
It’s not embarrassing as much as it is insulting.
There’s a difference you see
I am not embarrassed by myself
I am proud of what I have achieved.
But when you laugh at me
for being me, it is insulting my struggle.
my accomplishment, my journey.
When you are born healthy
you get a taste of your capacity.
When you suddenly lose your abilities
you have to develop your capacities all over again
they come out different the second time round
or not quite the same
just a smidge different.
however, it serves the purpose and that’s okay.
I would like to be okay with it someday
for today I am growing and learning
to be tolerant of society’s insensitivity
and acknowledging the fact that
what they find funny might not necessarily be my kind of funny.
that’s okay, I’ll just be utterly honest
speak my mind unfiltered and utterly honest
This is my personal struggle – the one I refuse to acknowledge
the one that sits like a child being timed out in the corner.
There are many things I have grown to accept
just not this. Not yet anyway…