A single man of one, only pebbles can be moved, but many men together, stands no mountain that can't move.

There is no greater disability in society, than the inability to see a person as more.

I choose not to place "DIS," in my ability.

A single man of one, only pebbles can be moved, but many men together, stands no mountain that can't move.

A poem is but a thought, a mere memory caught at play. From hand onto paper, bleeding thoughts emerge.

Limitations only go so far.

We, the one's who are challenged, need to be heard. To be seen not as a disability, but as a person who has, and will continue to bloom. To be seen not only as a handicap, but as a well intact human being.