MIS-LABELED

Updated: Jul 13



I don’t know how I arrived at this place,

Perhaps by the Universal Design

Some call Fate but is more like Divine Grace,

Visible thought of Invisible mind.


I help those who need help daily living,

Deemed “Developmentally Disabled”.

But in truth, they’re by far the more giving

Of folk and clearly have been mislabeled.

We, not they, should have the designation

Of being the disabled population.


For they have saved me from hating others

Through hearts that’d soften the hardest of heads.

Accepting everyone as their brothers,

They’ve taught me how to do the same instead.



06/21/2020

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