I'm the Historian of My Present

I prefer to be asked rather than someone assume.

I prefer the smell of pumpkin over something flowery for perfume. 

I prefer to type rather than write by hand.  

I prefer comfort over something fancy

I prefer to go barefoot than wear socks

I prefer to listen to music when I write than without

I prefer living in the quiet countryside to a noisy cityscape

I like dogs more than cats, cats more than a reptile

I like Pumpkin food more than my parents do. 

I like when others would sit with me at the cafeteria, debating whether ketchup or BBQ is better for chicken nuggets. 

I miss the normal way I was treated before I was seven

I miss the way I could feel the grass beneath my feet.

I miss when people weren’t afraid to come up to me. 

I miss the way I could dance before my feet became stationary. 

I wish that I was the same girl before a surgery ruined it all

I wish that I could get past the PTSD 2019 caused,

I wish I could eat Jet’s Pizza again, that whenever I think of it I won’t remember the trauma that followed after it. 

I wish I could eat Long John Silvers with the fondness I used to before I was thirteen.

I wish I knew less about how the hospital works and medical terminology. 

I wish that I didn’t have as many hidden scars, I wish I didn’t know where they were from.

I prefer to be treated as if I was normal, that my chair doesn’t mean that I am different. . 

I prefer that someone gets to know me for me, rather than use me; use my wheelchair.

I prefer to have a true friend rather than someone using me as a project.