An Errant Sputnik

I wonder, is my body disabled
or just misplaced, better suited for space?
born years ahead to pave the way for the
ascension of the entire human race,
but forced to endure its violent delights

what if my ligaments were just not meant
for the gravity of Earth, and the pain
I carry every day is the planet
pushing me to fledge from the nest and soar
until then, I have feathers left to grow

what if my mind is only divergent
from the form of human that we have seen
and the struggles that have yet to appear
will find solutions within those like me
without the limits that exist in us

I wonder, are my genes worth passing on?
if my body could survive pregnancy,
would the creature I bring into the world
change it for the better, or for the worse?
I hope the decision is mine to make