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(poems go here) When I audition for this I wondered what I going to say to you all that hasn’t already been said You’ve heard about me being scared, lonely , and even at times depressed But, what you haven’t heard is me say that I am proud Proud of me Proud of who I have become Proud of who I am today I’ve been talked about day in day out From my shoes, to my hair but, the one that never gets old is chair It took me awhile to realize that the chair is a part of me but, not who I am I hear people say man I wish I was in a wheelchair Do you really? Do you think you could deal with people looking at you crazy where ever you go People talking so, bad about that to keep from crying you have to pretend that you didn’t hear them When people do simple things for you they consider it as a good deed. Not being able to go on field trip because, there is no bus for you If you think you can deal with all that on a day to day basis please let me know You can take my place for a day But, I know some people couldn’t do it. See when someone says something that I don’t like I can’t just get up and fight So, I just try my hardest with everything in me to try and not let it bother me People think I should be upset and have a frown on my face because I’m in a wheelchair But, this wheelchair didn’t stop me from making it threw high school It didn’t stop me from doing to my jr. prom And won’t stop me from going to my senior one either And sure as heck won’t stop me from going across that stage come may Someone once told me no matter how hard it gets never give up And I’ve kept those words with me since the beginning And because of those words you see me before you today I want to thank all those people who talked about from freshman year til now Because, without those harsh words I wouldn’t have wanted to strive harder to prove most of you wrong So, thank you for being a part of my journey Thank you
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