the world is not built for her
i. It’s a big, beautiful world —
Full of vibrancy and color,
Big cities, small towns, vast landscapes stretching to the horizon.
She wants to see it all —
Take it into her heart, carry it in her soul.
But she can’t.
ii. Why?
Because the world is not built for her.
She tries anyway —
Packing up dreams, traveling with friends
To hear her favorite performer,
An unforgettable night, music that fills her spirit —
Until reality strikes.
She rolls to the bathroom, only to find
Her wheelchair doesn’t fit through the stall.
Her joy fades.
The world is not built for her.
iii. She parks far from doors,
Because someone who doesn’t need it
Takes the disabled spot.
She navigates buildings without ramps,
Bathrooms without access.
And still — society blames her.
Looks down on her, whispers, judges,
For things beyond her control.
They make it harder.
Harder to survive,
Harder to thrive.
iv. Until it takes a toll —
The weight of it pressing down.
Isolation.
Mental illness.
A voice in her head whispering she’s a burden.
That she doesn’t belong.
But the truth is —
The world is not built for her.
And worse?
It doesn’t even try.
v. It doesn’t even try.
It doesn’t even try.
It doesn’t even try.
It doesn’t even try...