I had my twins in the stable
My twins of taboo turned the tables
To sell me fables to tell all
To turn me into a widowless mother of two
With open arms for alms for two
Of two who may curse or bless
Of two for whom alms were the only balm
Always living on alms
In my arms
For a ritual
I can only en-vision by in the night
Visions of day not like visions of night
Seeing all who ought to see me
Seeing…but not seeing all who want to see me
That I am not blind from the beginning
I am blind just for daily gleaning
Pleading with beaming seeing eyes
Behind the cloud of my cloaked vision
I am a cripple by earthly calling
Crippled by multiple masquerading
Crippled by cerebral pretences
Far from poliomyelitis
Crabbing and crawling for a grabbing
Grabbing just like a goblin
Grabbing from all who would donate to my unworthy claws and crawls
I have skin lesions
From lessons I learned from sore skins
I have learned to lie with limbs
Limbs left to lie in blisters and plasters
Always leaning on lean toes and fingers
To tell all that I am a leper
Help then came from Macedonia
From a major donor
Begging me to desert my begging misdemeanor
My demeanour shouted an outrage
Wait till you count my wage
My beggarly wage
Wait till you mount my valley
My valley of depravity
Wait till you step into my shoes
My shoe of poverty
Whisper in my ear what you would do in my shoes
Whether dripping honey in your alms you would refuse
Or choose to accrue
Whisper in my ear brother
Which you would choose
From my earnings they earned a living
Those carting me across roads
And cutting the edges for me to cross over
Pledging to work for me
Over and over
Again
Come shine or rain
Pledging to be there
At my beck and call
With open arms to collect alms
…all
Ban
Everyone
Gaining
Gold
Applying
Rough
Schemes… to earn a living
From the lexicon of the disabled fellow
Disability has never been seen to follow
In the path of inability
