My hands are small but they’re stretched wide
Like a spider’s net and
They’re trembling like tissue paper
So I don’t notice your stares
No, you can’t know what’s wrong with me
It would take years to explain and honestly
I feel way too old
To compromise.
I could use the word atrophy
But that’s such a vague word
For such an old friend.
For now, why [...]
This post is a continuation of the same theme found in my poem, A Piece of Fruit. I wrote it in honor of April being Sexual Assault Awareness month.
I used to think rape was about desire.
I know better now.
I know better now because as a queer crip my body has never been the subject of [...]
I am writing a paper about the disabled community, and how disabled individuals relate to faith. If anyone has any good resources to recommend, please drop me a comment! It can be anything from a website, a book, an author, etc… and it can be discussing any type of religious belief.
I have cerebral palsy. My occasionally occurring, often repressed soft Southern accent makes me drawl “cele-bral pal-sy” when I say this out loud.
My mother found out during her pregnancy that not only I, but also my brother, would have cerebral palsy. I was born prematurely and incredibly small, so small that I nearly [...]
