Sometimes crazy shit gets in my head
And stays unwavering,
It leaves me nearly half-dead
And barely breathing,
Then at the end of the day I’m all red
And rarely thinking.
But then I realize the power that I have,
The words that I can speak.
And now I know the impact I can have,
In the fight to heal the weak.
I realize my disabilities, yet know I have abilities
I know that I have struggled and I have been befuddled.
I have been torn apart but now I am left with a start.
I am stronger and yes, I’ll be for so much longer.
I don’t need to be fuckable to know that I’m worth it,
There’s no need to live my life by narrow definitions.
I don’t need to be powerful just to know I own it,
There’s no need for me to go affirm their own renditions.
"Ugly", "fugly", and "fag" do not describe my story.
The one for which I will never be sorry.
Calling me "retarded" will never douse my fire.
And actually, it only fuels up my desire.
I’m gonna change the world, at a time with every single word.
I will speak the truth, though it grinds to the tooth!