I’m a bitch,
Because I am noisy,
I am righteous,
I am a fighter,
With a creative streak.
And I use it.
Let the success trickle,
The noise booms,
Drip, Drip, Drip,
My fight for change,
A personal one,
A worldwide one,
Embodied in this smirk.
I may not blaze a clear trail,
As one disabled woman,
But, I leave footprints,
And wheel marks,
And the echos of my voice,
Will linger, long after I have walked.
So that those to follow,
Are slightly less exhausted
by their journey