You Can Do Anything "Long"

A good song can make people move

but a great speech can make people be moved”

so, once upon a time, a person with a disability

had a dream to climb up that mountain ,I said a person with a disability had a dream,

a dream to be somebody but everybody kept on saying

people with disabilities

should have no dreams

because,

they need to be useful,

you have to have that scream that means something

not dyslexia and apraxia,

your nothing.

listen I would bleed less,

if this world would open there arms,

if you believe in God, you know laughter is a sin

so, please invite me in where its warm,

its so cold out here,

I feel like a bag flying through the air

of course with a dream that no one cares

because,

I'm a person with a disability,

theirs a lot of people staring at me,

I'm scared

these people look nice

but, God

why are they carrying signs that say kill all disabilities

maybe its just my OCD

but, sometimes I have a dream at night and when I wake up I'm still living that nightmare

oh, God where's my life, I write 24/7 for my right to be on earth and succeed,

I Rhyme until my body hurts

from my head to my toe

but, if my kind in the future

don't turn to somebody's my time was for nothing

oh, God

give me something and then he sent a message through the radio it said have you prayed have you wished upon a star,

watch it gleam over the sky, have you tried to fly, have you screamed its time because,

its time to break open that safe feeling, and say

do you realize your making a deal with the devil not Jesus Christ

so, stop and think beforestepping to me Haters

because,

coming shortly theirs a disability revolution

you'll see,

where its not safe inside

but, the outside you need to be brave

because,

B.H is ready to engrave his own name into a stone for his kind to find peace in the next decade.

sadly, he might be dead but history he written will be read,

a gift, a star, a pad,

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he left said I unwrapped this ripping noise in my voice for you to see it wont cease until, my disability buddy's can be somebody,

that's why

I'm writing to set them all free

from there binding

because, I'm ready to climb that mountain

watch me rise over, make it move. over the clouds, over that plane in the distance

you'll see everyone saying, complaining is that superman no, just us people with disabilities, haters said we will never move mountains

but,

take a look on what we did already,

now do you believe in me,

a disability dying to breath, succeed

but, feels like no one believing in we

because, we can do anything be anyone, we want to be see,

we can be kings or queens so, stop putting guidelines on we

because, we can do anything free of charge,

listen to this barragesharp as a song

but, inspiring like God.

its called a Poemsong

written from B.H a disability,

its so elementary of you, that you don't know what is going on

so, you pretend to not recognize this one kid with real talent

but, this other kid with fake skill,

this feels so unfair.

I know kid thinking no one cares that's why,

I'm fighting my tears to make it better for you in the future.

I have anxiety but, I keep on going, walking down the field

like I really don't care

what you think of me

oh, God

help me my fingers are hurting from the endlessly typing but,if I gave up no one would know--

how a kid with a disability made something out of nothing

it was because, I got up, I dusted off and, prepared a speech now,

the problem is to far out of reach tostop people with disabilities rising up,

no one believes in us,

someday I can be somebody to everybody.

yes I am a disability with no idea how to lead

but, I'm gonna leave an imprint on reality and show my ability when I'm alive and well, I'm not dead in the ground yet

so, everyday I'm alive, I'm gonna outwork whoever in front of me,

for one day you all can believe in

we can do anything,

see if we prove not to lose we can do anything

through hard work and you dear God please don't take me too soon,

I still need belief I'm real.

so, he, Beacon hill rhymed out of his mind,when no one found his time to be useful,

he almost even engulfed his final breath,when he braced the floor with his own crying vest

because, he was trying so hard, his best to paint a picture with his writing pen,

the meaning of how hard it is to live in a world

where no one really knows what

breed we are.