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Life Sentence
A learning disability—a life sentence, they say,Hear me out, let me explain the way. Life’s not a box, but for many like me,It’s four tight walls, no space to be free. No places to go, no people to see, Confidence shattered, no self-belief. The world moves fast—9 to 5,But we just want to feel alive. We want to Stay Up Late, to break the mold,Yet mountains stand, high and cold. We climb, we push, but there’s only so far,Without a guide, without a star. A Gig Buddy won’t fix it all,But they’re the hand to catch our fall. A friend to walk beside, not ahead,To lift our spirits, not leave…
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A Bone to Pick
I’ve got a bone to pick with this world today, Where kindness fades and ego plays. Selfish minds, sharp tongues, quick hands, Spinning drama, making demands. It’s not your business, not your fight, Not your pot to stir at night. Yet here you stand, nose stuck in, Feeding the flames, thick as sin. Once, respect was something real, Hard work, strong hands on the wheel. No clicks, no likes, no viral fame, No need to make life one big game. But now the kind are dying out, And even the elders scream and shout. What happened to grace? To dignity’s place? Now all we see is a ruthless race. I’m tired of labels, of broken rules, Of people pretending…
