The metal beams
glare at me;
Ice cold silver
reflects my resentment
to what is holding me back...
...I can't dance,
.......I can't play,
........Hell, I can barely WALK
without the assistance
of these stupid, friggin' crutches!
If only I had listened
when Mom told me to hem the cuffs of my pants
so I wouldn't trip;
If only I didn't twirl on the cement floor
in my socks and slip;
If only I was smart enough to balance and lucky enough to have the graceful gene passed on to me...oh, wait, that gene never existed...
Well, if only I had been SMART
I wouldn't have this friggin' brace on my leg,
which, by the way, itches more than any wool sweater,
and I would have to be dependent
on these friggin' metal bars
that hold me back!