We don’t wake up with our fist in the air.

We don’t fight inequality as we clear the sleep from our eyes.

But disabled existence is a political act.

We don’t scream through clenched teeth as we brush them.

We don’t block the bus as we ask to board it.

But disabled existence is a political act.

Accepting who we are.

Even though it’s not who we are supposed to be.

Disabled existence is a political act.

Doing twice as much.

To be considered just enough.

Disabled existence is a political act.