This is Me
AN ORIGINAL POEM
August eighteenth nineteen-ninety-nine,
I was just a baby, with no chance to decide.
Born into struggles I never did choose,
Every day is a battle, with something to lose.
Cerebral palsy pulls me down,
But I keep moving, though my body’s worn out.
Still, I smile,
For everyone I know.
Stuck in my mind,
Nobody will see,
Just how hard it is to be me.
With limbs that don't work the way they should.
Muscle spasms and pain are misunderstood.
My soul is hurting, but still it believes.
I stay strong, even when it breaks me down.
I’m holding on tight, though it’s hard to be,
Living a life with cerebral palsy.
Yet, I choose to fight,
With all my might.
I choose to be kind,
And be the sunshine.
Because I want the world to see,
This is my life.
This is me.
Despite the challenges I face each day,
I'll find my strength and make my way.
Cerebral palsy won't define who I'll be,
I'm more than my struggles; I live happily.
With courage in my heart, I’ll crawl and be proud,
Shining my light, beyond the crowd.
This is my story, this is my plea,
Embracing life, this is me.
