I am disabled but able to live free, to be me.

One who wears the color of pride.

Independent woman until I die.

I lived and have endured silent pain, shame, to the point of literally going insane.

Yet the woman in me pushes on to strive, survive, keeping my dream alive. 

These are my faces.

Look them over and tell me true.

Are any of these faces you?

Written by:
Theresa Griffin

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