My eyes are small but always see
My ears are big but listens
In height I'm short but I get around
Me feet is small but I can move
My knees are another story
A long painful story
I used to run, jump, climbed, hop, skip
But that all changed
Walking becoming difficult to do
I push through it
Push through the pain
Push through the insecurity
For me and no one else
Becoming nothing but me
we are who we are and nothing can change that.
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