I have something to say but no one will hear it because I can’t get in.
The place to speak is not wheelchair accessible.
My whole life I have been on the outside looking in.
Because most business owners brains are not wheelchair accessible.
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this is something I didn't realize until the day I became a wheelchair user... very true... +10
I hear you, Ronald! Enjoyed this angry poem, and I hope others will hear, too. Love, Fran xx
Well said! I know this feeling because my father was in a wheel chair most of his life. OUTSTANDING! Patricia Gale
This is a profound piece, Lore. I think sometimes 'the wheelchair inaccessibility' comes from an innocent place, from ignorance. But some of it is incurable, as it comes from an inability or unwillingness to empathize. I found with my last broken ankle that some people thought little of minimizing the injury. There were a few who even said they'd like to experience a broken leg without having one. I'm not sure how one experiences that; coping isn't comparable to an amusement park ride. This is a very thoughtful, thought-provoking poem.