Every day, or even every second,
a disabled person opens their mail
digital or physical
somewhere, anywhere
we all will get this letter yet again

It's a letter from the system
the system that already assessed us
invaded our privacy, crushed us
we were poked at or laughed at
we were told to do more than we can
but also make our dreams very small
we were told we were worthless
and yet we needed to prove our worth
we were told to be grateful
to be deemed worthy enough to live in bitter poverty
instead of not live at all

with scars on our hearts
and fear in our eyes
we open yet another letter
that we all knew to expect
it's the system
it already assessed us
invaded our privacy, crushed us
and here it is again
asking for more

they call it reassessment
they need to make sure they don't waste money
do not miss out on exploiting our potential
they need to look at our case again
because the last time, our hearts still bleeding from that trauma
is already too long ago
what if our limbs grew back
diseases cured
chronic trauma finally healed
it would be such a waste
if the system didn't check to see

but we didn't heal
and we got even more traumatised since then
so here we stand with that letter
with nothing but our fear, poverty and desperation
and a disability
that needs to be assessed
yet again

#PoetRi