A Normal Life

I can see people running across the soft grass, playing and flying to catch the ball, but only in envy. Green, like the color of my eyes. But my legs are tired, so they sit all day in this black chair that my mom pushes around. They gain looks of sadness and pity wherever they go. I wish to play and fly. Only if someone stepped forward to take my hand and push my chair, to live a normal life. Only if people walked by without looking at me as if I was a shiny broken thing in a museum.

I can hear the laughter, the giggles, and the chuckles. They ring in my ears as the wind carries them whooshing past. I can hear it all. I can feel it all. If only I could see it all. If only I could drown out the whispers the questions the murmurs. If only I could see yellow instead of feeling it maybe then people would stop mocking, pushing, and teasing me.

I can see the disco lights shining across the hall. I can see the smiles and twinkles in people’s faces. I can smell the alcohol running up my nose but I cannot hear the hurrahs and shouts. I cannot hear the music that sways their bodies. I can not sense footsteps creeping up on me only to frighten me. If only I could hear the cheers, then maybe I would stop being used for entertainment.

I see the girls, wearing short sleeves girls and flirting with boys. Baring their skin being happy with their colour. I look down at my long-sleeved hoodie while the sun blazes its heat. Angry at the world for calling me a cow and covering me all up, only because my skin was a mixture of black and white. An abnormality that casts away racism, because I was a bit of both …. black and white. Only if my family didn’t cover me up while going to parties and the cow wouldn’t have been my nickname in school maybe the sun wouldn’t be blazing so high up in the sky and would be a bit quieter.

We all have disabilities that make us different from a normal individual but maybe we don't want a life different from a normal individual!