I don’t ride a horse drawn carriage to school,
I ride a big yellow school bus with the seats taken out to make room for wheelchairs.
I don’t have a prince charming,
I have a marine best friend who will stare danger in the face.
I don’t go to parties,
I go to libraries.
I didn’t get to slow dance with that special someone,
I got to push my own wheelchair.
I didn’t bake cookies and cake all while cleaning the house,
I made cookie dough and ate it all by myself while watching New Girl
My hair didn’t fall perfectly atop my head,
In fact, I lost it to chemotherapy in grade 10.
I wasn’t the thinnest, prettiest girl at school; In fact I wasn’t comfortable in my own skin.
But I ate what I wanted and I wasn’t over or under weight.
I couldn’t sing,
But I can totally beat you at Karaoke.
I can’t walk in heals,
But they make my legs look damn good.
I didn’t like p.e.
But I will show down in the core subjects.
Computers aren’t my thing,
But I can bet I type faster than you.
I can’t do taxes,
But hey, I got mental math mastered.
This is my story.
I don’t have a predictable story that ends with a happily ever after,
I have an unpredictable one, With loose ends yet to be tied down.
My fairy-tale was no where near classic,
But it’s mine all the same and I can’t wait to see how it plays out.