Ask me again

About my goals

My dreams

My accomplishments

Share with me 

What 

Exactly

Was documented

Somehow

I come away

Feeling betrayed

Somehow

I come away

Feeling small

Somehow 

I come away

Feeling like a burden

Like I have

No value

Unless I am

Productive

I am beyond

Tired knowing

What was

Required

Was me

Justifying

Myself

The hopes and dreams

I was asked to

Supply were 

Reduced

To a nondisabled

Norm after all

To being

Published.

Is this all

That 

I am worth?

(Spoiler alert:

No, it isn't.)