I once travelled on a public transport with my physically challenged brother and not a soul gave up their privilege of possessing legs to accommodate God’s biases. That night I locked myself in a room and cried until I promised myself that no matter how far my feet take me, I’ll step on it with spiky shoes if it dares to outrun kindness.
I can probably write you a poem quicker than the
shift in your eyes when a new light source
presents itself. Only you get to decide if the
glint is too blinding or my glow-in-dark words
look cool on your skin.