Fists of Concrete
A reflection on the Capitol Crawl
They crawled up the stairs
Fists of concrete fought for freedom
Not limited by limbs or doubt or privilege
Powered by necessity and determination
Their whole lives spent
Being told this world wasn’t big enough for them
That their needs were too expensive for some
And so they crawled up the stairs
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Three decades since, their memory leaves a legacy
They opened the doors for those that came after
We forget, I think
It’s not taught in classrooms
I learned by accident
About when they crawled up the stairs
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It’s scary, seeing the passion that our leaders have
For taking away everything our ancestors fought for
Callousness, carelessness
I shout and I protest
So we won’t have to crawl up the stairs
About the Creator
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I’m a teacher who is just trying to figure out how to make sense of the world around me.
I usually write about social issues with a focus on disability and social justice.
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