Ignorance Of Retard
Getting beaten down ,
Not only by people seeing me,
But people that don't even know who I am.
I hear the phrase,
It stings.
Then they look at me,
Freak,
That is what they think.
Retard.
That is what comes next.
But out of their mouth.
How would they feel?
I am me.
I can do great things.
Give me a chance and I will prove them wrong.
And retard won't be a phrase anymore.
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