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Are you going to be all right?
Did you break your leg?
Will you be all right?
Will you run?
Will you dance?
Will you walk?
Will you be all right?
Will you walk your dog?
Will you walk down the isle?
Will you throw your babies in the air or carry them down the street?
You will be all right wont you?

Every day, all day.
On the Street, Shouted from cars,
On the bus, In the Restrooms,
In my dreams, in my mind
But never in my heart
Never in my soul

You wonder why you have to reassure others.
Your Mother, your sister, your brother, strangers,
Even your dogs eyes speak of the need to know you will be ok.

You will be all right in time right?

Why do they ignore the boy in his electric wheelchair? He cant lift his head,
He cant talk, HE CANT BREATH
They ask and ignore the lost blind man on the corner that is about to head into traffic.
They ignore the frazzled mother trying to get four kids and groceries across a busy crosswalk.
They ignore the man with no legs, turning their eyes as he passes.
Nothing is said to the deranged man muttering his eternal oaths and beliefs to himself.

Why dont they worry about those bodies? Those Futures? Those Souls?

Is it my race, my sex, my face, my age, my stance, my body, my clothes, my crutches?
Why me?
Why do I have to answer the questions that I dont think of?
The ones Ive spent so much time pushing into the far recesses of my soul.
The ones I dont care about
The ones that Im not about

My answer is always Yes
Yes, Ill be okay