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Holding Refrain
I held my tongueboarding the bus,when you took the seatopposite the wheelchair space. Not all disabilities are visible.I am proof of that. I thought about saying something.I didn’t. The bus moved.People scrolled.Nobody looked up. My voice stayed where it was,caught somewhere betweenthought and sound. Do you listen,or just hear noise? I held refrain.The moment passed.Nobody noticed.
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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…
