Is small and quiet,
But take a look into her deep dark brown
A world that is balancing inside a body,
Her thoughts colliding with each other,
Demanding to be payed attention,
All at once together,
They fight in her brain,
They fight against other thoughts,
And they fight against her.
The girl with the wheelchair,
Is something else entirely.
Something worth looking at,
Something worth holding,
Something worth listening to,
Not chanted to.
She’s something else you see.
Something else entirely different than you or me.