Foster’s Porn Story: Dont Call Me Broken Chapter 1

A/N: This is a song I wrote for Wilt
about how I think he feels when people call him broken. I got the
idea because I have an injured ankle right now and it got me thinking
about Wilt’s injuries and how he doesn’t let them slow him down. I
wanted to get some opinions on the lyrics before I started writing
the actual music so please R&R!

Don’t Call Me Broken

No one can know
me from just a glance,

But still they
just won’t take the chance.

A wall built
between them and me,

And they named
it disability.

There is no want
for a broken friend,

And to them
that’s all I am.

Will I be here
until the end?

Or will they see
who I am?

Don’t call me
broken

when you look in
my eyes.

Don’t call me a
freak

when you see my
size.

Don’t call me
useless

before you let
me try.

Don’t call me
broken,

’cause I’m still
strong inside.

You may think
you know me, but you don’t.

You don’t know
my pain, and probably won’t.

I don’t give up,
I still play the game.

It’s made me
strong, so I’m not ashamed.

Can they see
past disability?

Or will I stay
unwanted?

All of my
capability

always taken for
granted.

Don’t call me
broken

when you look in
my eyes.

Don’t call me a
freak

when you see my
size.

Don’t call me
useless

before you let
me try.

Don’t call me
broken,

’cause I’m still
strong inside.

You can’t call
me broken ’cause I’m still fighting.

Just stop and
look at the wrongs that I’m righting.

You can’t call
me broken ’cause I’m not done yet.

Why is that so
hard for everyone to get?

If
you think I’m broken, you can shut up.

‘Cause nobodies broken until they give
up.

Don’t call me
broken

when you look in
my eyes.

Don’t call me a
freak

when you see my
size.

Don’t call me
useless

before you let
me try.

Don’t call me
broken,

’cause I’m still
strong inside.