Too many words,
Written in haste,
Serve to castigate,
Denigrate,
And differentiate,
The abberent form,
Too many words,
Seek to define,
And divide,
Our shared humanness,
As if Disability and Ability,
Were issues separated,
One from the other,
In some seemingly distant,
Mysteriously held,
Genetic planet.
This constant search,
For an un-caused effect,
Ceaselessly runs through my universe,
Without pausing once to consider,
The processes of due care,
Or the consequences,
Of un-scripting nature,
With such reckless,
Discontent.
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