Every flower has a right to bloom

Every flower has a right to bloom

Described as disabled

But why is that so?

Used to be crippled and handicapped

But now, that's a no, no

Used to be shut off, silenced

Unspoken

Locked in a room

But every flower has a right to bloom

But why dis-abled?

There are things I do well

Abilities of superior talent

I'm now abnormal

Pigeon holed

Boxed

Locked in a room

But every flower has a right to bloom

Trapped in my thoughts

Shackled in repeated feed

The abnormal ones don't hear me

As I communicate my need

Silenced

Misinterpreted

Locked in a room

But every flower has a right to bloom

Pro-fessionals profess

They know the inner me

Caught up in scientific breakthrough

My me they don't see

Shut off and test tubed

In a laboratory room

Take off the goggles go outside

Look at the flowers that bloom

Family advised I'm fruitless

I need extra care

Poor awareness and education

Makes people stare

Gawped at with pity

With shame stares that loom

Go on ask me a question

How does my flower bloom

Weed or a flower

On perspective you limit or cull

As a unique flower

I'm blooming beautiful