as i walk the earth
my soul wanders
hears whispers
pain
agony
hopes
dreams
of people never heard,
never talked about.
they live on the brink
ignored
marginalized.
for they are
not normal?
not whole?
disabled?
challenged?
differently abled?
it’s easy
stick a new label
and forget
the whole thing.
how many
labels
do we need
before
we really do something?
