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I AM DISABLED

You don't know what it's like, until it's you,
let's​ take stock here, when things you can not do;
there'​s money coming, never enough, then it's tough,
be gentle when it comes to compassion, not rough.

However, don't expect me to fund transgender children,
autistic transition when normality may never come again;
I want to know if the money is really reaching Kashmir,
there's cheating, and some workers raping women I hear.

Some people don't get paid, don't speak cos they're afraid,Β the understanding, decent sympathy, begins to fade;
I can not say anything in case I'm 'disaphobic,'
the same revelation admitting that you're
Β homophobic.

So, before you ask me for a generous donation,
you should prove your worth, before you ask me for a continuation.

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Quixotic Tin Hat

This is something I can agree with.

When it comes for donations or a helping hand up.

I help the ones in my neighborhood as they sometimes help me.

They way I see it. Is that we all have neighbors.

And one act of kindness should start a chain effect that would circle the globe.

" in a perfect World "

Great work here Terry!

your new fan and follower.

Quixotic :)

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