Sylvia Wynter's Dream

I’m sorry for what happened to your child. Strangers sorry were more damages than repair. Lets go around the room and I’ll start with you. Not the one in the wheelchair, I’m sure we know how she feels.

She would give anything to walk again, to move her toes a little, to do a pirouette, small Grande jete, tighten a pointe shoe. She wants to walk.

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change and allow these people to acknowledge I have an actual voice with my own opinions.

The half circle in the room excluded me since as it seemed that I had the most imperfections any human could possess. Come and join us they said, we will hear you they said, your no less they said, everything they said.

We welcome anyone with actual flaws don’t be afraid to share. I still haven’t shared, they shared for me their perspective of the girl in the wheelchair. Thats my name by the way, girl in the wheel chair. I had no idea that was my name.

One day I decided to speak up, shared my actual name, why I never wanted to walk again, my dreams and plans with my paralyzed twisted legs and the fact that I could actually speak for myself. The room looked at me like I had two growing horns in my head. Too bad I didn’t have them, would have been a great explanation as to why they looked at me like I was Lucifer.

Your loved up until you open your mouth and say how you feel. Your different all of a sudden and you were always different.