Them VS. Me

I've only known "them" as those who see past me. They are different, precise, judgmental, correct, superior, and knowledgeable want nothing more than to cause friction. They are too afraid, but bold enough to swat me away. I am inferior and different, a fungus, and oblivious. Or so I am told by those who identify as "them". But who are they to point their fingers and who are they to assume that I cannot perform up to par? Who are they to view me as broken? useless?

"You're not good enough...."
"Your blindness is your weakness."
"No, you can't."

Yesterday, I was told "no". Yesterday, I stood up for myself. Yesterday, I scraped by. Tiresome as it may be, I will walk on, harness in hand, one foot at a time, and with my head held high. Sighted or blind, or somewhere in between, I am able. Tomorrow will be another day and I promise, I will try even harder to show "them" who I am and who I want to be.

I am...