this is what it means
my son was shot
now he lives in his wheelchair
I hear him creek as he rolls down the hall
hes a brave boy
it takes him such great strength to live
he always smiles
he cant feel from the waist down
but he works so hard
he is so proud
once I came home
and he was so excited
you see, he took a rope
and a laundry basket
filled them up with snacks;
now he could
drag his snacks to his room
this was an accomplishment
he was so proud of himself
I held back my tears
he shouldnt have to go through this
this is not how he should live
people dont understand
when he has a bowel movement
he has to
reach inside of him
and pull it out
he cant feel
this is what it means
for him to be in a wheelchair
to not feel


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