I can not, and will not judge, by what my eyes may see. For the skin on a man shall not reveal his true identity.

To find equality for mankind, we must first remove the barriers that have divided us for so long.

If my body were a tree trunk, the rings would surely reveal the time it has had to mature.

Hands of time move us forward, never back. Only memories frozen in mind, can we re-enact.

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

As a disabled man, let my life be a reflection of the endless amount of ability that exists in each and everyone of us.

My disability has opened my eyes to see my true abilities.