THIS IS A POEM I WROTE SOME TIME AGO. I WROTE IT AS SORT OF A WAY OF RANTING A FRUSTRATION

Some are inclined to
say I’m confined.
Tell me how does
it sound when someone says
you are bound?
When you see the chair,
you really don’t see
That it’s an instrument
that lets me be free
to live life as I will.
You know, I really hate it
ten times triple
when you all refer
to me as a cripple.
Okay, yes,
I am disabled.
But in spite of that.
I’m perfectly abled