Don’t Cry For Me

I do not feel sorry for myself when you whisper pointing my flaws out

I do not expect for you to understand what my days are like or even what I’m all about

I do not judge you; it’s not your fault I have a different way of getting around

And just because I’m disabled it doesn’t mean that I feel bound

You may look at me and think I’m imperfect because I’m short a limb or maybe even three

Oh no my friends, don’t cry for me

✦

I may not be able to listen to the music that plays so clear

I may not hear it through my ears, but trust me I can hear

The vibration of the music speaks to me in many different ways

And just because I’m deaf it doesn’t mean that I minimize my days

You may look at me and think I’m imperfect because I cannot hear not realizing that I am free

Oh no my friends, don’t cry for me

✦

I cannot go to the museums and look at the paintings you see so profound

What I cannot see with my eyes, I see by touch and sound

I cannot tell you what color is red, yellow, or even blue

And just because I use a stick to guide me, it doesn’t mean that I can’t identify with you

You may look at me and think I’m imperfect because I’m blind and I cannot see

Oh no my friends, don’t cry for me

✦

Who defines different?  Who says the way I look is wrong?

Who says my obstacles cannot sustain me like yours do and keep me going strong?

Why label me then?  You are no different than I

And just because I may have some restrictions it doesn’t limit my ability to try

You may look at me and think I’m imperfect because you look at the facts objectively

Oh no my friends, don’t cry for me