should we, could we

should we all just speak our minds?
could we make ourselves go blind?

should we jump at the first opportunity?
Could we help out more in our community?

should we hide from all who seek?
could we leave out all the freaks?

should we make the most of time?
could we go higher as we climb?

in the end its easy to see,
most people dont rely on me.
i ask myself why this is so,
in the end its because they think im slow.

i dont catch on like others do,
sometimes i need a push when others flew
even if i was the last on left
i know you'd always be my best
♠ ♠ ♠
i was thinking of my cousin, chenidy, and i remembered she had downsyndrome.
she told me she was getting picked on at school so i dedicate this poem to her... i hope it touches you...