yes i live, eat, breathe,
because i believe resisting assimilation will be what saves my community
but shh—don’t tell anyone— i’m kinda making it up as i go, living pride literally by the seat of my pants
i never know where i’ll be,
each day is new
tomorrow will i be head over heels in love
with my community?
taping posters on my wall of crip allstars and shit?
(and yes we have heroes, thank you very much)
or will i hate my body?
wish i was taller, darker, lighter
skinner, straighter—a body without curves
and uneven movements?
will i fell defeated
or simply lost and confused?
you see there’s no telling…
that is the disability experience.
inspired by something sydette said about the woc experience