quiet quit is my baseline

The way they exploit you

Is the reason they won't hire me

When you work all those unpaid hours

When you give above and beyond

I can't live up to that expectation

You hustle to get a possible raise

I'm struggling to give what's required

You network with all the right people

I stand out because of my limitations

Exploitation isn't fair to either of us

Our worth isn't in dollars and cents

You can quiet quit and still have a job

I'm lucky they're not looking for cause

I wish you would act your wage.

approval after the fact

If you hear my story

And then you feel for me

Where was your compassion

When you saw me as the villain?

Why do I have to explain

That life is hard and traumatic

For you to try and understand me

What does that say about you?

If you think strange is awful

And difference is unacceptable 

You are always going to judge me

You will still want to change me

If I haven't hurt you

And I'm not out to harm you

Then I'm not the one who's wrong

My compassion isn't conditional.

burnt flavor

Idle lips seek my ears

An exchange of vicious banter

Cringe isn't just in what you do

It's also in what you splatter

I avoid the burnt flavor you bring

As you season the world bitter

I can seek a sweeter taste

Avoid the twisted taste you deliver

Your art can be a saucy critique 

A smug feeling that you're better

While I enjoy my grateful life

Writen in a complimentary letter.

resigned to pride

My frenemy, disability

This is my uninvited guest

A squatter in my body

My long term companion

It can come at any time

And no one is safe

You may not know it's there

And it's rarely predictable

Nearly impossible to get rid of

Even making it behave is a struggle

So we adjust where we can

An suffer through the rest

Yes I've come to accept it

I'm even proud I love with it

But that doesn't mean I like it

Or that anyone else should want it.