When will I be seen as a woman? In my essence to be loved and adored
When will I be seen as a lady? Beautiful, delicate, fragile as a flower
When will someone see past my intellectualism and appreciate my humanity? Vulnerable and gentle
When will someone see past my wheelchair to see my curves? Past my crutches to see the line of my neck? The softness of my skin and the strength of my willpower
When will someone see past the professional shell to the soft soul beneath? my heart which cries out in loneliness in the dark
When will someone see me? 
