My mind may be tamer,
But I remain able to sustain
That my refrains have no disclaimers,
And although my mind
Would like to rewind intertwined incidents of insanity,
I know that my journeys don't deter me
From remaining pacifistic in my values,
But no longer masochistic during internal battles.
I saddle up my steed
And proceed forward
As I spread more words
Into the direction of herds of disadvantaged people
Ready to be flushed by society.
We have a variety of ailments
And the details sent from doctors and MHATAS
Do nada to ensure that we
Be given the opportunity
To be free,
That we agree to plant a tree of knowledge
Into those with negative perceptions,
Thinking we have no direction.
The erection of a shrine will be
Dedicated to the ones who escaped the confines
Of locked doors and restraints.
We paint our portraits,
Displaying them in the galleries of our lives
Your ears provide the salaries and that's no jive.
We build a hive,
Housing the nectars and sugars
That reflect our goodness
Despite the imbalances
We often face
Within the vastness of space.
We no longer chase
But embrace strength of will and support.
Our unity is our chlorophyll.
Remaining recovered is a contact sport.
I pump my fist and feel the mist
Of a new wave of tolerance,
A blossoming revolution
Bearing the solution for equality
Regardless of disability
Or the stigma
Of being in a locked facility.
I deny that my supply
Of methods for survival
Will ever be confiscated.
I affirm
That I shall remain firm
And sustain
That we shall raise Cain
If we continue to face disdain.

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