Inspired By The Guy At Metro Who Held Open The Wrong Door and Then Got Angry Because I Didn't Go Through It

Please, please, don't get angry

When I turn down help

I don't need.

I just want to meet my needs not yours.

Please, please, don't get weepy

When you see me out shopping

Pity tastes bitter

I 'm not Tiny Tim I'm just getting groceries

Please, please, don't offer me prayers

With your hands held out to touch me

I don't want healing

I want to do what I can in peace

Please, please, don't grab my chair to help

It's assault and could hurt me badly

A chair is not permission.

I just want my boundaries respected.

Please, please, don't stare at me and my differences

Your eyes are intrusive and slice through my day

Difference is just difference

I want to be anonymous and even invisible.

Please, please, don't find me inspiring

And tell me how moved you are

I am not inspiring.

I'm just being the way I was meant to be.

I'm asking nicely because I was raised to be polite

But I grow weary of caring

About your feelings

I really want to slap you silly sometimes.

But I don't.

Not yet.