I hate to tell you this but I don’t care.
About your precious feelings and your demands
To use the language that you think fits me.
I’m not here to wipe the tears you spend
On thinking my life is rather sad.
I’m not your pet and I’m not here for your consumption.
Yet if I might wear a smile you say that I am faking.
And if I don’t worship you, you aim for my destruction.
And if I refuse your charity, you say I am unworthy.
I am done with all those hoops I should jump through.
I won’t fit into all your prejudices.
My disability has nothing to do with you.
You really really think you are allowed to have a say?
No, I think I am done catering to nondisabled bodies.
I am refusing you accessibility to my existence.
I am refusing you accessibility to all of me.
