Still Me by Kenyatta DaCosta
I was quite old before use of a chair was made by an accident that daily affair. it wasn't the easiest but it's not like I bust. At first it was hard but I did adjust. The funny thing is I stayed much the same. My biggest interest still in the spiritual plane. One might confuse my activity as lazy but I am pondering hard, “ why this world so crazy?” But in my chair doing more sitting the answers I sought, weren't so hidden. They came to me through books and reflections often suggested by friends and connections. Working with others to get things done, I found many a project a lot more fun. I think that is why my rewards seem expanded with collaboration, results are better than planneded. As you may have guessed from this poem on stage I am not diminished by less use of my legs. Some endeavors are not only unbroken but have been so productive they've left me quite stokened . Am I saying life is better when sitting in a chair...