I am Not Your Token

Me, August 1968.

I am not your token.

Nor am I your piñata or someone you should see as a pushover.

I am sorry if my disability makes you uncomfortable. I won’t apologize for who or what I am.

I am sorry if my politics don’t align with yours. But to diminish my worth because of what I believe to try and make me feel like I’m wrong? Oh no, just no.