If you're able bodied
You receive accommodation
You just don't know it
Those of us disabled
Present ourselves as palatable
Our silence is accommodation
We edit out the uncomfortable parts
Hiding the differences we can
You don't have our lived experience
And always explaining is exhausting
Our patience is an accommodation
Not asking or expecting too much
Putting up with nosy questions
Excusing the demands of explanation
Accepting that compassion is rare
Even being open is an accommodation
We put ourselves at risk of disgust
Seen as entertainment or a curiosity
Treated like an inspiration, an infant
And not the expert of our own story
So we accommodate the world
We make due with what we have
We certainly don't expect better
Expectation leads to disappointment
And fair treatment is rare to find.