Disability Rights
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I have given up.
I know that's what they want,
The bureaucrats who giggle with glee
As they set the hoops ablaze,
Lining them up in a maze,
Each hoop higher than the last
And further--
Bullies, you thought you had me,
With your words and your taunts,
You thought you could break me,
But now, I won't give you what you want.
forever young and free we dance under the silent sky like a perfect match
i want the perfect touch of vivid romance whisper upon my hand so close
your love will guide us all to you take me as we go
If I was a bird
I would fly myself from this place call
A dungeon with mold smell.
I would go far pass infinity and
Into the distance and stay for eternity
The wind blows between my face
Like a angel.
Eu nunca soube nada
E ninguém percebia nada.
Nunca perceberam nada.
Mas quem é que sabe alguma coisa?
Alguém sabe algo? Ninguém sabe.
Sabem o nada,
e se arvoram de tanto saber.
Nada. Sabem nada.
A loucura invade
Os porões e as torres
Os portões e as mortalhas
As montanhas e as muralhas!
Loucas mulheres, loucas, loucas,
Fazem uma prece para o nada
Diante de sua futura sepultura!
Quem não conhece o inesquecível?
Irresistível, o que não se arranca da cabeça!
Eu posso sentir os seus sonhos.
Estou perto de você.
São as horas selvagens.
A fúria e as sombras
Dão a primeira enxadada
A intuição feminina informa
Que as imagens insistem em voltar sempre
As mesmas imagens sempre
O racional masculino insiste
Duplo
Dúbio
Crisis tem ciúmes de Crisis
Quem é Crisis? Eu ou ela?
Crisis vive o dia a luz o sim
*Note that this is meant as a spoken word poem/ slam poem, and that it's a sequal to What It's Like To Be Autistic For Those Of You Who Are Not*
First of all, it’s being told since 4 that there is something wrong with you. It’s being constantly misunderstood and mistreated. It’s getting pulled out of class daily, meeting countless professionals to explain the unexplainable.
Love hurts but a loss of a life outragesAll this she knew as only poetic linesBy her sweet sixteen, pretty gorgeousBlossoming like a petal filled roseYou see she wasn’t ready for this pregnancy
Blind, Just because I’m Blind doesn't mean I can't see.
Deaf, Just because I’m deaf doesn’t mean I can’t hear.
Mute, Just because I’m mute doesn’t mean I can’t speak.
I don't know how to explain how I feel because when I don't feel clean I don't feel like I matter so all the words that you say to make your decision right for you is nothing but chatter for me I feel as though I've lost myself because I feel like
First of all, it’s being told since 4 that there is something wrong with you. It’s being constantly misunderstood and mistreated. It’s getting pulled out of class daily, meeting countless professionals to explain the unexplainable.
Black people
There are only two words that I could think
Gangs, Traditional, Rappers, Hip-hop, R&B, and basketball players
There are different groups that they are
i work so hard but people dont care i need help im crying i need help with my rap
im so sad and emotional please help me this is the truth i need yalls help i need
It was not their choice to be voiceless but with the art of literacy I am them
With it they will have their dreams either
Emotionally or psychologically they must
I have that dream to achieve.
i was looking out the window at a flock of pigeons in the factory district.patient a, a melancholic, was nodding off, kicking and crushing empty coca-cola cans that he had tied to his body.
Six decades ago – an athlete;
five decades ago – a proud Marine;
present day – shattered pride!!
Visiting family for weekend stay, and
How do you content yourself
To born-again normalcy
reiteratively
When the only thought that ever whip-winds itself
Down
When the karma comes down;
leaves you splayed on the ground.
Don’t worry about me or if I’ve been set free.
As I look in the Mirror I can see the Screwed up side of me,
But you won't get to see the Other side of me, I keep it locked away Inside my head,
Scattered pieces of my heart, Lying around in the shadows of my Broken Soul,
Harassing the world. Sharp Splinters of my smile
Gone Forever.
Lost Whispers of my sanity slipping away,
I need to sleep in peace
I need to be loved by friends and family
I am stronger than yesterday
I made peace with God in heaven
I love were I am leaving
I am going to stay strong
Yes, no, and maybe,
so many options.
Good or bad,
which is truly right?
Heart or head,
which should I follow?
Light or dark,
I think about my goal every single night I lay in bed wondering what I can do to change the world up right I don’t think I can be a writer or an author too nor can I be a person on a radio, a speaker for views because of my intellectual dis-abilit
Hope
As you are not a strategy and
Sometimes called a motor boat
For all the things they've said I cannot be,
Hope you inspire me!
To be all that I am,
Even better when I'm in doubt
Can we help ourselves,
To the horrific underbelly of inequality,
We usually see this racial inequality,
But there are more.
Much more.
How about gender inequality?
Everyday is the same
Every hour I hear
my thoughts jumbling
Bumbling
Trying to keep me awake
In the dull world
of black and white.
In the darkness
I close my eyes
and listen
I am Marlene. And this is my poem.
My inspiration was my representation.
Living dyslexic was pretty hectic.
Living dyslexic affected my life.
I couldn’t make it into perfection.
They were a danger to the worldBaby was a danger to the worldNot him his “kind”Not because they wanted to beSociety made them to beThat they were imperfectWhich meant they were flawedAnd in their case dangerousIf you were different you were flawed
What it seems most people find inspiring
Is people who have, what they’re desiring
Those that have money, fame, or power
Those that live on top of Trump tower
hope is seeing light through the darkest times,
hope is being the best person you can even while your being accused o hateful crimes,
hope is you loving you,
hope is having a dream of what you want to do,
He goes for the goal, gets the cleat instead.
He falls to the ground clutching his shin;
Blood seeping between his fingers,
Cries pouring from his lips.
When I see your faces and look around
You asking to be heard but people choosing to hear no sound
I watch you all in this special class I signed up for not knowing you would open this beautiful door
when im bored in my room
and got nothing to do
i play with my dick and make it go boom
like a mario mushroom
my dick goes zoom
as soon as i hear that pornhub tune
you may think that shits wack
Beady black eyes stare at the egg
Dark-feathered wings ruffle in anticipation
The tree is silent
And the nest is cold.
But the crow will wait.
While I was sumarine in the depth of my imagination.
Where I found myself , in the darkness of my room.
The sound of my clock wall going over my head and the things
Feet ached as i hiked
swollen eyes, tired mind
carrying in a metal tin
my words
i swam through a river
of my own agony
gasping for relief
like a fish for water
crawled up a river bank
Hairy, furry, or bald,
Big or small or somewhere inbetween,
People are enthralled.
Dogs are amazing creatures after all
But they are more than that to me
I know what I need to do
I am very willing to
Without the means to get it done
I remain stuck in the hamster wheel
I am the hamster, in a ball, not moving at the bottom of the wheel.
Welcome to my funeral.
They don't listen to teens.
You feel me?
Depressed and broken
I am dead.
I hate the things
The rain of dark clouds, When the roof was uprooted, Befell on the cluttered- House with five faints. Like a giant tree Lost two-three branches, Being not able to clutch Then unpinned his cranium. The deluge went with Low pace all, smashing Sli
The lonliness I feel
makes me wonder what is real
in the here and now
can I heal? And how?
Broken to bits
I've taken many hits
from those I have known
and those unknown
There I was
Sitting alone,
With my hands
Caressing the strings
The wind carried my noise far
Down to the corner
The people turned
And they heard
The sweet, soft crying
When there's tears to cry 😭
You're heart start to hurt
Like pins and needles to say strong enough
To lift yourself up
Don't look in the mirror behind these broken
Tears that can control you to be sad
people will attack you for your mistakes,
I like to make them happy
most people are so full of hate
at night i didn't sleep. I spent my time awake.
Is strength the power you hold,
Or is it in in your mold?
Is it measured by your muscle,
Or if you win in a tussle?
Why do you sit on your ass like you live in your head.
Why are you in your room by yourself.
Why can't you open your mouth.
Why are just sitting there like a mule.
My sister has autism.
She is nonverbal, and she takes medication everyday.
She eats non food items,
And throws temper tantrums,
And bites and kicks when she doesn't get what she wants.
My body was a book
my body was a book that my mother read to me every night
my body is a book that I didn’t want to read
because who wants to read a book about a girl who is
3’11
disabled
Restless nights,
Disheveled sheets,
Tangled and knotted
As I roll and turn
In soundless sleep.
My private earthquake
Restless nights,
Disheveled sheets,
Tangled and knotted
As I roll and turn
In soundless sleep.
My private earthquake
The bag sits the corner of my recently deceased sister's room
The bag full of pills
Full of drugs
The bag that kept my sister all drugged up
We can fight seizures if we fight for our dreams everyday and appreciate the little things we accomplish. I admire those who trust and are trust worthy.
When a flower dies a baby cries. When one thing dies another comes along. A single person smiles a life is saved. A bullet to the chest another to the leg, a scream and then silence at last. The sickness is short but it seems like forever.
Dont let your character change color with your environment. Find out who you are and let it stay it's true color. I had my ups and downs and I fell a few times but I did not give up. Dont give up.
Just because He can't spell does not mean hes stupid
Just because she can't read does not mean shes unsuited
Just because They can't walk does not make them wounded
Simple things are not always simple for all
Fire under my skin
Climbing up my legs
My spine
My arms
Glowing coals of hate
Incendiary suffering
Deep inside my bones
In my skin I feel pains in my bones
In my skin I feel like I am going to break
In my skin I I feel like my body is shaking
In my skin I feel so smooth like a suff pillow
You are the red rose to my
Pink flower.
You are the blue violet
To my purple flower
You are the white sugar
To my brown sugar.
You make me sweet like
A rose.
why do people think that its okey to judges others when they
know damn right they shouldn't judge. Its like they think they know
more then others but they don't know crap.
O dear brother
when you walk it's like thunder
when you speak , you're a grumbler
but thank you.
Your disabilities make you stronger
When youre on your tippy toes, you are taller
Epilepsy Is a central nervous system ( neurological ) disorder In which brain activity
becomes abnormal, causing seizure's or periods of unusual behavior sensations, and
Sink or swim,
that was probably something I learned back in school.
no swimming involved just listening.
Growing up and moving on up
the hardest thing I had to learn how to do was to swim.
Up,down,side to side,
With my mind
no one resides
But still i bind
I wish i could tell you
What really goes on inside
My Pizazz
I was not like others.
I only understood numbers.
I thought I was fine,
But that was poorly defined.
you can't see it
it is there always
in your mind, a struggle
in your thoughts, a word
following you forever
the worst word you know
"Disability".
Sitting in the corner of my dark dwelling.
Lost in my thoughts.
Why I’m I not being cared for?
Why I’m I being rejected
By the very people I call family and friends?
Is it because I’m blind?
Doctors and nurses stole my voice away
left silent, empty, and told not to be afraid
'What did I do to deserve this?'
Was never a question that crossed my
Mind's eye which so readily flits on time's blunt heel to remind
The ins and outs of a day of the cinematic epics of my failures dumbstruck on replay
the gnawing.
the pounding of my heart.
the blood rushing to my cheeks.
stuttering every time I’m near you.
the ache I feel when you leave.
the rush I get from kissing you.
Dark places
No sound
Was this my familiar bed and place?
Or was this new and strange.
Only smells and touch to tell me
I was restrained to my bed
For I was unable to grow.
I was loved
What is wrong with certain words or how it is used?
Around the world, all people have languages.
They also have words that come with them.
Certain words and certain uses of words cause harm.
While I am to travel the vast world before me,
You must be forever bounded to that wretched chair unable to flee.
Every day you are wrongly criticized by my peers for a sickness without a cure,
It hurts to think, Just how long its bin,
With my head in a spin
Oh where did all this begin?
The Pain, The Hurt, Too confusin
This is Edna,
She is strong
She is caring
She is beautiful
However, she became disabled
She protects her young brother from harm
The consequence is the loss of her right arm
Stupid
Slow
Dumb
Does it show?
Talentless, gallant-less
Humiliated
Hated
Stop saying school is cool
I know it may seem selfish, but I beg of you please,
If I am to die, don’t keep me here by artificial means,
If I am paralyzed or leave my body on the table,
Found out recently, that i really shouldn't be driving at night/ eyes struggling, grasping for light/ like a man drowning, in search of his next breath/realizing that all of the last times I've navigated the darkness has been by memory/and not by
Rays of sunshine can be found in your heart,
Spreading to everyone you meet,
Your beauty is a work of art,
Leaving you was bittersweet.
Oh, my sweet mother,
Hope you are alright,
Could not imagine life,
Without you in my sight
Oh, my sweet mother,
Please hope you care,
Life will be stressful,
Yet, it will be fair
Oh, my sweet mother,
Hope you are alright,
Could not imagine life,
Without you in my sight
Oh, my sweet mother,
Please hope you care,
Life will be stressful,
Yet, it will be fair
When I first met them all anyone called them was special
They were put in different classes,hardly ever with the other kids
I went up to them one day and asked their name ,they told me to call them A
Black= Puppet
Back home they say if you go to America
you will be free as a kite with no string
but here I am in America there’s a person
who is controlling me like a puppet
You won’t see tears without pain
Wish I could control my rain
Wish I could control my brain
The same way seniors wish to be young again
RESPECT
*1Respect is the Desire of everybody's mind,
But is only given to people who are kind.
*2Respect is given to those who deserve it,
And is not given to those who are unfit for it.
All I have to do is follow
Follow this girl I wish I could be
Follow the trends I always see
I did not know it was wrong to just be me
I guess life gets difficult if you decide to grow on your own
I look at my reflection
light brown, straight hair
Dark brown eyes
Perfect, clean, white shoes
Something different about me
I am not standing
by Ariel Douglas (July 2016)
Every morning it’s the same
The two sit together, just inside the door
Like two medieval soldiers taking the night watch
When words come out of my mouth,
they fall flat.
Nobody listens.
When I pick up a pencil
Or tap on some keys
I have a voice that
Swoops and dives
Stops and starts
I find it funny
when asked my favorite colour
In reply I often find falsehood will suffice
Giving the typical answers of red or blue
Saphire if I was feeling particularily creative
1
My life has been a bleeding roller coaster.
So you want to hear the reason I lament?
God took the pistol of fate out its holster,
and shot me in the back with no supplement.
What comes before the calming stormThan chaos, unfiltered, unfettered, noiseDay by day, night after unrelenting nightI am only clear unto myselfFor the ones, them and theyCan not understand, or is it won't?
"I can’t do homework.Now, you probably think I’m wrong, right?
You want to make right this wrong in my mind that makes me say… “can’t”.
Can’t do this
Can’t do that
"I can’t do homework.Now, you probably think I’m wrong, right?
You want to make right this wrong in my mind that makes me say… “can’t”.
Can’t do this
Can’t do that
Cessna,
Have I ever told you
how proud I am?
How proud I am of you.
You grew from a little boy
of twenty-some pounds.
Twenty-some pounds at four months.
As you grew, you learned
In the chthonian cacophony of this
Fast-paced world,
that never stops, never halts
Always turns, always runs,
Coffee drinking, Not really thinking
Dear Multiple Sclerosis,
Why?
Why do you leave me feeling so bad?
Why do you insist on taking all my energy?
Why must I plan my day around you?
Why must you hide in my head?
To
The old man in the wheel chair at the art gallery last month,
You said I was in your way, and then you called me ignorant,
And I wanted to say I'm sorry,
But I knew my words did not make up for it.
Dear Hearing,
It’s been almost ten years since I’ve heard from you.
The discovery of your abrupt disappearance etched into my memory.
I know now, that it was only a matter of time before you left.
Dear Life,
I walk around all day, around the city, in my school and at home.
When I rest, I think of what it would be like to not spazz, shiver, shake and tweak.
Dear, Osteogenesis Impefecta
All my life, you break me
You crack, shatter, compund, and fracture my life.
I hated you, hours of surgery, years of hurt, a lifetime of scars.
Then, you changed me
For the better
SPOKEN POETRY
(human rights)
A Poor to ridiculed, had felt like a trash dispatched
A one that has bullied, had felt like was shot with a gun
Dear Boundless Lament of Remorse and Regret,
My feelings of sorrow are something that will only get more bittersweet with age.
Like a fine wine or display china, the quality and pricelessness due to the rarity,
The Forgetful Old Man’s Dream
By: Shane Rieken
From within his lonesome chamber, one woeful, rainy night,
Dear Iceland,
“Almost eradicated” the headline reads.
Tests spot extra genes
Future without disease.
Ninety-percent
One loop too many
Snipped.
Green goggles.
Disney songs.
Dear Big Brother,
“Stop singing! Grow up!”
I yelled as I ran down the stairs.
“You’re twenty-two, and you’re still singing kiddy songs.”
I don’t think you even heard my hurtful words
Definitions
Yesterday I got out of bed
Changed out of my pajamas and into fresh clothes
Splashed water on my face and cleaned my teeth
I laced up my own shoes, i crawled into the bathroom
See me,
For who I am
For who I will become
For who once was
See me,
Not the leg support
Not the wheels at my side
Dear Fellow Peers,
Criticism is a hot knife to my heart
And a chokehold on my soul.
I wish I were overreacting.
I wish I were "dramatic"
Or that I just "wanted attention".
I don’t even know what to say.
You’ve stolen my voice.
I can only sit here, fuming in silence.
Pin me to the wall. Puncture my wings.
And hold me there.
Rip the wings off – Rip the floor out from under me.
Formor gymnast
Formor athlete
Formor national honor society member
August 2014
Car flipped
Airlifted to the emergency room
Cannot walk
Cannot talk
I walk into the doctor’s office.
She looks at me.
I see her thinking,
Okay, no worries
Look at this girl
Thin
Tall
Young
No drinking
Feeling Like A Rag Doll,I am disabled by birth.I am paralyzed fromthe waist down!!!!
All of my life I've livedwith this!! I cannot stand-up on my ownbut with help I can!!
When I close my eyes
And open my ears
I can hear the birds chirp
I almost see the roaring river
Although it's just a sound
That would've been my favourite spot
If I was never deaf
The wing lined with feathers
All pull together
To lift the bird from the ground to the sky
He will soar on the breeze
And dive through the trees
Chronic
Constantly there
Endless creeping torture
Pain, misery, despair, alone
Illness
Fighter
White pillows, beeping, a rush of fluids in my arm. Oblivion.
It is the dawning of a new year, but I am stranded
In this room, awaiting the sentence, the doom, the judgment.
They put me down and replaced me.
I don't care for the word 'limitations'
I don't care for the word 'burdens' either
They are like negative expectations
That are titled impossible to fix
I prefer the word 'leverage'
When I was younger I thought Art
was the still life painting of an apple next to a vase,
a meticulous arrangement guarded by a frame and
stationed as a boundary,
charged with keeping out all of life that is messy.
Another prick but not the last
makes me think of surguries past
I feel a burning surging threw my vains and salt in my mouth
as my heart pumps the poision threw me
POEMS 25 WHAT I CAN DO
WHAT I CAN DO GIVE YOU SOMEING THAT DON'T NEED A RINGS
WHAT I CAN DO YOU WILL NEVER NEED TO DOUBT.
WHAT I CAN DO I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IS YOU.
Throughout the strains, pulls, pinches
Pains and cringes,
I live through it.
Alarm rings.
Right leg over left,
I am human like you,
I feel like you feel,
I lose like you lose,
I win like you win,
We aren't so different you know,
I know,
We aren't so different at all,
I am human like you,
……..
Why? Why did you have to do it?
To ruin a good thing, a happy thing, a comfortable thing?
A thing that took such a long time to build, but mere seconds to break,
To destroy.
Listen
Perhaps I will never speak the same as you
Perhaps my sign is not enough for you
But that doesn’t mean I cannot communicate
Listen
On a tree branch
Under a sunset sky
Down a bird lands
Within the outside
Atop a blossoming branch
It lets out a cry
And without another chance
It begins to fly
They speak in broken English and they lie with silver tongues,
They swallow down old whiskey and they smoke away their lungs.
They cursed me for my difference, they hated words I sung.
With each heavy breath, the world slows down around me
With each number added to the board, the fire inside burns higher
With every footstep, my legs turn into wheels on a downward slope
Poetry just welcomed me;
It was a hug,
So I had someone to cry on.
Feel the warmth through it,
And embrace it.
All that went on was a time of pain and mourning,
And once I felt myself writing,
Stand up for disablea true people at all the timethose who creep down street to earn their food...We call them disable....those who walk and fallto get their needswe call them people with special needs...
He tries to be clever,
Tries to hide and take his time
But he can never pull off anything
Because of the innocence of his mind.
The youth of a child
The body of a man
You say I have a disability?
I have been told by people like you that I’m different,
That I’m unable to succeed,
The translucent liquid hanging from the line.
The only thing that keeps me alive.
Without it I die, as I once almost did,
Nearly ending the existence of the world I live in.
I am stuck on a island everyday
From the unaccessible sidewalks
To the bigoted words you say
Yes I may be handicapped
But aren't we all in our own way
People think just because I have crutches, I’m stupid.
Since I’m stupid, I can’t walk.
Since I can’t walk, I need help.
Since I need help, because I’m different .
The smoothness of a skin
made at a young age.
These were my legs
the legs that started to grow with all my body parts.
Yes, I am young
But why wait until im old
"All Special Needs kids need to burn in hell"
I laughed.
It's funny when education is wasted on people like this boy.
I laughed.
It's funny how he is so ignorant to his own flaws that are shamed deep within his mind
Never tell me there is no such thing as magic.
Magic is smiling,
loving,
hugging.
Magic is in a child's eyes
Magic is a beautiful song,
a beautiful dance,
The doctors said I couldn't.
They said that I wouldn't.
Never acheive my dreams.
What they didn't know,
Is the tears I did show.
Whenever I was alone,
Only my family did know.
I am the precipice of choice.
At the age of twelve,
I quit band to focus my voice.
Now into music I delve deeper
Give me a note and I’ll play it
A's on every test without even tryin
Star Athlete on the field, goin deep and flyin
Arm and arm with the home coming queen
Bulletproof and off the chart self-esteem
My ride is sic and fast
I'm not quitting, no not me
I'm not to give up on my dreams
Some try to stop me with their please
But I just keep, keepin on
Keep, keepin on...I write
A lone survivor
I am the girl who sat in the corner.
I am the girl who had few friends.
I am the girl who was bullied
Because I couldn't talk like everybody,
Although I wanted to talk like everybody,
I am the wind and the rain
Flying graceful like a crane
I am the lighting and the thunder
Very swift and much younger
I am the floor beneath your feet
The black top on the street
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Who I am, you can not see
You can not see the girl within
To you, my smile reflects my joy
My solemn look reflects my pain
But you could not be more wrong.
For I am forced to wear a mask
Yesterday ... Under developed, Under weight, Under height, Under educated. Today ... Over confident, Over achiever, Over looked, Over focus. Tomorrow ... Ahead of the ball, Surprise to all, Will never fall, Will be cheered by all.
My hands, they move
As if manipulating air.
My hands, more than move
Show the Deaf I care.
My hands, they touch
A community, a nation
My hands, a bridge
Across a sea of isolation.
How can you tell,
tell them they can't do well?
Why can't they feel accepted anywhere out side of their home?
All this discrimination caused by a single chromosome?
Yesterday, I met up with a girl I know.
Every so often, we like to catch up on our lives.
I’m always interested in seeing how she is as time flies.
She enjoys learning new things and desires to grow,
Acres so much,
A land of hating love,
Nothing seems wrong
Though we live in a dome.
On the outside I seem
the same as you,
but peel away the plastered on grin
and you'll find that
out of sight of watching eyes,
I am anything but sane.
My mind is termoil,
AMPS.
Amplified Musculoskeletal Pain Syndrome.
Horror,peace.
Pain, independence.
Alienation.
Sepetation from everything else.
Friendship.
Closeness to everyone.
Fear.
I am ignored.
I am insecure.
I am neglected.
I am shy.
I am not enough.
I am not worthy.
I am openminded.
I am great ideas.
I am bold.
I am condident.
I am worth loving.
It was the spring of 1994 and my mother went for her last ultrasound that showed up normal just as it did each time she went, but in reality everything was not as it appeared on the ultrasounds.
I looked in the mirror and I see a tired man who went through hell & back. A man who dresses fashionably with a good haircut.
I am outgoing but shy
I am athletic but I am the last one to be pick in games
I am book smart but a terrible test taker
I am blonde but I am not dumb
A powerful genetic disorder
mutation of the genes
Passed down through heredity
proclamations of this rare disease
A variety of different types
yet no cure to be
One kind in particular
People define you because you are 1 in 68
You are so different yet unique
You coming into my life was complete fate
I don't believe in disbABILITIES...
Because this world is filled with so many posABILITIES!
The capABILTIIES of these people are undermined because of a number
As a freshman, awesome meant passing a test without studying.
As a sophomore, awesome meant getting invited to an upperclassmen party.
As a junior, awesome meant getting a promposal with the football captain.
Your eyes brighten my heart, your smile takes my inner child and caresses me, soothes me, if my eyes rolled back and I melted into the very essence of your soul, I could not be happier to be inside such a wonderful image of beauty, happiness and
To live without limits
is to love without worries
to sing without caring who's listening
to speak your mind regardless of others opinions
to dream without bounderies
to let yourself be free
Dear Autism Speakes,
Do you realize how little you help?
Do you realize the pain you cause?
Do you really think electric shock therapy is ok to use on children?
They laugh.
I cry.
They joke.
I sigh.
Their words of hate.
flowing out of their mouths,
funneling into my ears,
breaking my heart.
I may be autistic
but that doesn't mean
I am the one with the disability
and yet you are the one who really cannot see
The world is larger than you and I
Can you not see why minds must diversify?
Can you hear the sound of the world calling your name?
Can you hear your heart talking to your brain to make sure you are awake?
Can you hear your name being called repeatedly by those around you?
Cause I can't
When I see myself
All By myself
I can see right through to myself...
I see spectacular things!
Both Ugly and New
Both Scary and skewed
I don't know what to do
With these dark secrets
Hear me
Voice shaking, eyes darting
Cracked lips bleeding under pressure of my teeth
See me
Squirming, shaking
Nails digging into palms
In my mind I am
Strong, Witty
I am not an inspiration
I never was and never will be
Which is why I grow tired of polite smiles
insisting that I am.
What am I?
A person.
What am I?
No one tells autistic girls their stims are beautifulNo one tells autistic girls their flailing hands or flat affects are beautifulFlat faces, measured paces,
Dear Asshole in my History class that just said that “Dyslexia” was a synonym for “retard”,
I'm dyslexic.
No that doesn't make me less smart.
No that doesn't make me illiterate.
Never did expect,
for it to give up
but I awoke one morning wishing it were all a dream;
wishing my pancreas would wake up with
Me and realize I still needed it.
But it was never a dream, and
The deafening silence
it cascades itself over an empty room
deaf
it bends itself into a dark corner
deaf
it fills a single teardrop
deaf
this silence encases the mere entity of some
Can you tell me what you see
When you look at me?
Do you see the girl on the outside
Or the one way beneath?
Do you see my flaws and little extra weight
Or do you see the girl who hurts all the time?
I know how a caged animal feels.
Confined to the point of insanity,
Humiliated and hurt beyond repair,
Always living with a false hope of freedom.
I know how a fish out of water feels.
I hate the word disorder
and they say that's the best way to describe it;
as if you were a book from their shelf taken out of alphabetical order
To all of you reading this poem is about EDS (Ehlers-Danslo Sybdrome) a herditary disease that affects connective tissue like skin, joints, bones, muscles, and even blood vessesl. So basically everything.
My words take pause
So does my fight
My will and my dreams aren’t fully shown.
The glass hole inside that plastic machine,
A world of lights and fame and admiration,
I am here to speak the truth
It’s deep in my mind
Far away from me, right in my face
Scaring me into submission
Saying “the present matters more!”
Than the possible future
With one less of my family
built in a time when children knew better
his hands not yet weathered
the cabin in the woods
stayed standing
often stirred awake by the purity
of child’s laughter
I cower behind the curtains of the world.
I cower for fear of being degraded
for physical impairments that rarely surface.
they all
have hinges and they all
have knobs and best of all
they are all
closed
Out of blind eyes I can not see.
A whole world is out there, waiting for me.
I feel the breeze, I smell the air,
But too many times I find it not fair.
Oh what I'd give to see what I sense
On an overcast December morning, my mother gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.
Bob,
my mother addressed my father.
There is something that the doctor has just told me about Gabriel.
“What’s wrong” everyone asks
“Nothing, I’m just tired.” I reply
Reapplying my smile like lipstick
Smack on false happiness like shining lip gloss
It’s easier when I say everything’s fine.
The utterance of a single syllable wordKnowing that I SPOKE and she HEARDGive her craft supplies and she knows what to make
Her smile could brighten up a cabin
Her skin glowed in the summer sunlight
Jesus Christ, she’s beautiful.
Her freckles dotted her face
I am a solitary girl
In my own little world
But other people
Were always in my way
My parents tell me that
I am a free agent
I will never tie myself
Down to a guy
She doesn't always get it right
At least, she's always learning.
Her big mistakes and selfish ways
Will one day be forgotten.
She doesn't always realize
The weight she's born to take.
Slammed into lockers,
Books pushed to the floor.
Kids taking advantage of you,
But top you,
They ate just friends.
But tell me,
Is that really how friends treat
Other friends?
I go to school on the corner of Chrenshaw and Slauson
But that does not define who I am
I am a scholar
Withe the power to be me
And proving that to others is what makes me happy
So many people ask about “Who I am”
Some would say “He’s the man”
Others would refer to his color
The best ones would say he’s my brother
The façade hangs over me, Hover
Cold on the inside like a lack of cover
They are all blind
everyone of them that are not me
they are deaf they do not understand
a shadow not seen,
i like it that way,
fear of the world,
the judge meant they say,
i know if i come out,
they'll judge my mind,
my inbalanced mind,
that i cannot change,
i'm a shadow,
To the stranger in the mall,and the classmate in the hall.To the teacher in school,and the lifeguard at the pool.
abird in the skyfell to die, yet a will to driveand mind on restfell into a nestgod blessed! a new kind of test-with feathers, my strengthhis renewal
When you look at me,
You don't see a disability.
When you look at me,
You see a child with hope.
When you look at me,
You see a future.
When you look at me,
You see my triumphs.
Statistically speaking; as a young African American Male, Society assumes
That I will be dead or in jail by 25, and on a more personal note;
this is crazy how i end up hear
oh my god i am in the middle of
no where i been working
to change my whole life today i
finally woke up feeling right
i been threw all the pain as
Gone
The room began to rumble
The boy was jostled from the black folds
Words all a jumble the boy stirred from his slumber
The black silhouette outlining a proud soldier
We teach tolerance.
What a disgusting word. "Tolerate". A word that one spits out, like a bad taste you can't wash away.
Better wash your hands, it makes you dirty.
Special: Better, greater or otherwise different than what is usual.
By: Arion Hart
In elementary school,
We were taught that the word Special
Decisions will always be made for us
Tell me now, is that justice?
To hear you say I just can't, that I don't know
It looks like he has his own world.
I like to think he dances with the things he must see.
He bounces constantly, he’s like a small bird
Stuck on the ground.
He draws through the air and tells us stories.
I thought I found my strength in a girl singing for acceptance
Then I thought I was a caged bird
Lame, old and helpless
Now I know, I was but a bird’s chick
My child’s name is not Disability
He is perfect in my eyes
Able to do anything
Limits beyond the skies
Siblings have always butted heads.They fight, cuss, and cry.They bring out the worst in one another,but not Daniel and I.
Disorder
I have ADHD
And ADD
And OCD
And a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,I,j,k,l,m,n,o,p,o,p,o,p,
Oh my God I'm doing it again,
That was so fun!
He lives in his own world.
I call it his Alternate Spatial Distortion or ASD.
Some days he is a little farther into our world,
Some days he is completely in his.
I watch him as he closes his eyes and smiles,
People wonder if it's hard for me to live.
People wonder if it's hard for me to understand.
Of course it's hard,
Why do you ask silly questions?
Having bad hearing is definitly not a bowl of sunshine,
The expectations bearing down on me,
People taking such wagers too seriously,
They continue to beat my mind with a stick,
But they don't know what it's like to be Autistic,
The shattered pieces of my psyche scatter across the arid land as a result of the unspeakable horrors witnessed after months of containment.
I attempt to pick up a shard only finding my hand to become ravaged like the men around me.
Was born from a mother's wound.
Almost died as she opened her eyes.
Felt a thing around the neck.
Tight, no air, I can’t breathe.
Seeing a pair of scissors
Cuts cord from my neck.
What lies ahead?
With Aspergers, it's a bit tough.
There's problems that make you think you've had enough.
From the loud noise to lighting so bright,
When you can't handle it all, you are forced to fight.
I was diagnosed with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis at the age of two
So this became the life I knew
Pain that cut through like a knife
They portray what they think we are on TV.
Though growing up we didn't understand, know or see.
We all think we are like everyone else,
until our teachers deny us and take off their belts.
Head spinning form all the screaming
Voice whispering words of hatred
Of how we don’t belong
Can’t even see me throw the fog
You see only the disability that is part of me
If I were given the power to change one thing,
to be given a chance to change a human being
I would make the diabled whole,
something that would complete their soul
I would give the blind a world of color,
If I were given the power to change one thing,
to be given a chance to change a human being
I would make the diabled whole,
something that would complete their soul
I would give the blind a world of color,
Dear all the limbs that don’t listenall the steps and mountains we can’t climbthe wind will carry us to destiny.Some metal and Velcro may aid us through the tomorrows keeping us a hoist the cargo ship.
Do you see the tears that pour down their faces?
Watching their loved ones die
Its no way to live, why not cry?
We see it in their eyes: the weakness, the terror.
To borderline death is no way to survive.
Silence
It surrounds me
Someone talking in the other room
Someone is laughing
But the silence is around me
Crushing me.
I can’t breathe.
I wait a moment, I blink
She’s twelve
Afraid of a white suit and plastic hands
We succumb to the thoughts of midnight
Internal, we burn deep and scarred
We cover them up by the amber morning
Not understanding the source of these words
I often wish I could help those less fortunate than myself,
Those that the world just tosses on the shelf.
They are human too.
Although they seem hopeless,
Helpless,
My life is at a crossroads
My future unwinding
My decisions repeal my motives
My struggles alone continue
How did I end up here?
Why does the road take this path?
Why can't my path be straight?
Don't say you hate your life,
have you ever been on a ride.
Discovered places you've never been to before,
like Alabama, Massachusetts or Ohio.
I though so.
Go on a hike,
or ride a bike.
They laugh and play
and run around and say "That's retarded,"
overheard by the mother at the grocery store who wanted nothing more
than the best for her son who was born with his disability.
Ableism,
I get the same question:
"What do YOU do for a living, Ivy?"
God, it's such a difficult question to answer.
I'm something between a life coach and a best friend.
I never thought that my enemy would be words
Closing doors that would have only moved me onwards.
A silent disease that no one sees
That only my brain cries out its pleas
A book that frightens this lowly child
You look down on me with sympathetic eyes
You think I'm half a person but you don't realize
I'm a person too, God made me this way
I deserve happiness too, nothing taken away
Looked down upon, you see a chair, a mind you consider unstable
flaws make you run, make you ignore the good in our heart and souls
you tell us you care but we can see it in your eyes how you feel
Special means one thing, and then anotherThere are kids born with needs much different from others.Some learn slower, and some can't walk.Some can't hear you, and some can't talk.
I could tell you a tale of a dog I know,
but the story of penny is like poem that can never be finish.
Not fair.Non-Hodgkins lymphoma, age 49.Radiation.Chemotherapy.Remission.Not fair.Early onset Alzheimers, age 55.Robbing you of life.
Self questions...
Have you ever been lost in disbelief?
Consumed in sorrow?
Overwhelmed by grief?
Fighting so hard to smile on the outside,
While no one can hear you smile?
They don’t see their powerThey don’t have to struggleThey don’t try to seekThey don’t help the misunderstoodThey don’t want me to riseYet they do see me fall
Her ears have never heard a word,
Her feet can't jump into the leaves,
The view from her wheelchair isn't so pretty,
But Brooke's heart listens.
She doesn't think the same way I do,
I'm having a baby
These words are often misconceived
Happiness, sorrow, wonderment, bewilderment
All of these things run through a child's mind
As the months drag on thoughts invade you
As if preaching to the souls of man just wishing they'd understand
You people don't know anything!
You don't know what it's like to be labeled as a rapist,
A murderer,
A baby stabber,
Standing on a stage
Waiting for the light
The show's about to start
The butterflies take flight
The curtain rises
The lights illuminate the scene
Big hand is Minutes and Short hand is Hours
Both take my time and waste it as I try,
Try as hard as I can to read a clock, It's easy.
Counting by fives, It's one of the rare things I can
Born in silence
had no idea
No signs of struggle
my way was made clear
with the invention of aid
my life was then made
sound became known
and my knowledge grown
used it to the full
Dragons do exist- I’ve glimpsed one
Flying overhead
But Camelot lies far away
From the confines of my bed
Dragons can breathe fire
To battle a raging fever
His voice booms and crackles
I know more than most
about the lives
of those who need me.
Why, you ask?
I live with one
who was in need.
I'm young
and I can't help them
very much yet.
I am poor then we should not meet at the first place.
You should start to be friend with me.
You should not help me no matter what happen.
They say you can't do it, your brain isn't right.
She just looks at them and smiles with her bright innocent eyes.
They say you don't have what it takes, you can't be normal.
Walking through the halls I am bombarded with greetings.
My peers gossip and the teachers remind me of meetings.
The halls are a buzz as I walk to my class,
But I notice a boy who is not having a blast.
I can only explain this in writing,
I cannot state why,
What I want from life,
Is to be understood for whom I am.
I am a student who has special needs,
I have Autism,
I feel no one cares,
I have gifts and curses of every kind
I feel like sometimes the cause makes me blind
This mental possision gives me a good amount of gifts
Leading my people.
Leading the people to be thought of broken.
Handicaps are my people
I am the people of handicaps
Struggles through our lives
Unpreciated and sad
My lungs don't work well, but my brain does,
And with my brain I dream and dream!
In these dreams I can see my future.
However, my brain does not sing.
I sang for you - or was it for a grade?
Call us lucky,
Call us wise,
Say the Hearing,
Would rather not have eyes,
Yet the songs,
Made by hands,
Without the meaning,
We could not stand,
But follow the poetry,
STUMBLE
by Breea Renee
Where is my leg?
My arm feels lost in space.
My eyes are black with confusion.
My throat closes.
Autism is a Disorder
One may be diagnosed in early childhood
Young children may be delayed
In language and social skills
In play and interaction with other children
Autism is one disorder
Special is what they are
These kids are just like me
They just can not be as free
A new struggle everyday
Some wish they could run away
They seem happy as can be
You only live one time so make it count
dont be a bitch about this life live it out loud
make your parents proud
eff it make yourself proud
be yourself throughout
the effects of people screaming loud
Printed text is given
Printed text can not be read
Largerprint is asked for but slowly given
Classmates stare and judge
Though they do not say anything
Standing out happens
When blending in is wanted
I’m sorry, what was that?
You can’t relate?
Who would have known that I am nothing but a face?
Although I work, learn, and fight to succeed, you can’t understand what brought me to your feet.
Flickering lights
all off balance
the room spinning and the words don’t make sense
Thats what’s in my brothers head
the doctor said
The expectations bearing down on me,
People taking such wagers too seriously,
They continue to beat my mind with a stick,
But they don't what it's like to be Autistic,
Living in a sea of familiar foreigners,
As a seed I am sprinkled into the rich dark soil, I’m a very difficult plant to grow.
It’s a difficult life to have autism.
But I don’t understand.
I am a Callery Pear tree.
The whispers were always there
Freak
Ever since they realized he was different.
Weirdo
For years, I just let it happen
Let them talk
Let them call him all those things.
Moron
Creep
All these years I’ve been Trapped in My Mind.
Following orders, making my life miserable as days go by.
Putting a Fake smile and holding in this rage of disappointment toward myself believing I’m not good enough for anyone.
Why is college so expensive if every one wants you to get a good
education. One think is certain college is just another structure to make money.
College should be cheaper. More people would be applying and getting jobs.
You say the word,
You think you're funny.
You think you can relate,
A friend rather than an educator.
Poking fun at our classmates
To keep us attentive.
Shame on you,
Disgraceful.
Teacher, before we start the dramatics,
Before the sighs begin.
I would like for you to know
about what really happens within.
Yes, sir; the problem IS written clearly on the board.
Please don’t stare when you see me walking by
My disfigurement is only a small part of me
My sum is greater than all my parts
Nobody is perfect,
A misunderstood student feeling lost with no direction
but getting direction from a great teacher. So what's the
problem? They blame the misunderstood student for
not understanding little do they know that student
I would tell you that learning is not a one size fits all system.
I would tell you that if almost every student in your class is failing, don’t you think you need to reevaluate your teaching style instead of blaming the kids?
God shot an angel
Who, like a leaf when hit by gravity, plummeted down
Spun violently in the weather around it
Then landed, anchored by heaven's unseen duct tape
To the earth
We cannot know what pain feels like
Though evidence suggest it is unpleasant
We cannot know who they were before
Though evidence suggest they are now sick
We cannot know who their loved ones are
“I can’t, I have work after school”
“Oh, where do you work?”
“Remember I told you? I help that little boy with Autism”
“Oh yeah. Man, that’s going to look so good on college applications”
Struggling to be understood
Communication with no voice
Assuming he's not making the right choice
His body a prison, his mind a saint
Can't escape
Blood- boiling desire, useless dreams
I know you can see me
I am sitting here and I am trusting
my mind to you.
but you only hear and see those
who act out
or are "behavioral"
My BEHAVIOR does
NOT attract you because I
This sweet child of mine
The joys, the tears, the time
Words can not define
This sweet child of mine
Every milestone he completes
Can often follow with some defeat
"Terrorist!?" Is what they call the man who simply wishes to experience the freedoms aloted to me and you.
"Terrorist?" Stigmatizing an entire culture for and event that is not his fault.
I can’t tell you how scared I am
I can’t tell you about my fear of being left alone
I can’t tell you about the kids who laugh at me
Entering the city bus
bodies and cultures collide
asking to sit
meets frowns
angry and shouting
spitting and gossiping
I fight for my seat
for my right to sit.
I'm covered in my
Puzzle pieces
Trying to solve the complicated mystery
Putting pieces where they don’t belong
One piece is smaller then it needs to be
One piece is bigger than it needs to be
16 Years side by side separated by a wall.
You're my brother, my parents greatest illusion.
Since you were born we saw your first steps, we heard your first cry.
You had such joy and we saw you with such admire.
Striving To Walk Harder
1. A 15 year old black teenager was
2. Arrested for the death of a
3. 26 year old teacher
I am Invincible
On the slopes no one can see me,
No thing can catch me
No run is too hard
I am invincible
In school no problem is too difficult,
No teacher is feared
You can't explain it,
It's not a feeling rather a mental illness.
You nor I understand it.
I can't help but to follow people,
I think their awesome friend,
But then you tell me, "You have no filter"
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>by <a href="http://switopresentations.com/" target="_blank">Glorypearl Dy</a>.
Ever since I was a child I have had this dream.
I wanted to be out there with my team.
Despite being born with cp,
I have made the choice to let nothing stop me.
As I finish my mile I get a little wheezy,
Special Olympics made me who I am.
Scared the first day not knowing what to expect,
But the kids came in with smiles, hugs, and friendships.
Special needs of all kinds,
Disabled but truley alive.
I look in the mirror
My reflection cackles back at me
A smug grimace consumes its face
Pain fiercely burns throughout my body like a million hot rocks on my tender skin
Some say that life is a journey
It has a begining, middle, and an end
However there is no end, only the enemy
No matter how hard you try you can't pretend
Life is not that simple for all
I watch him flapping, tapping like a bird who tries but can't flyI hold him in my arms and pray that he will get byHe is different, but with help from ushe will be understood. Anxiety takes over and I stand there watching, waiting for his tantrum
I dream of the glistening glare as I look up into the sun.
I dream of the limber grass bending as I touch.
I dream of my little boy making a homerun.
Is this all too much?
Yet, you still ask me if I could see
I write to stimulate the mind, tickle the senses, expand the cerebral horizons, stretch the strings of the corpus callosum, ponder eternity, highlight a thought with my mental Sharpie highlighter, erase the words of negative thinking, or just plai
There are some children I know
Who just want to belong.
I wonder why it is so wrong
For people to accept them for what they show.
Some are labeled as "special" or "different"
They say I will not succeed
why judge ?
they say I will fall behind in every class
proved wrong !
They say I will be an outcast , looked upon with pity
not even !
It's about you and me. We are the same but some would say we are different.
You are you and I am me.
I see black you see blue . I am blind but you can see.
i write for those whose minds are gone
i write for her screams
cries for help ignored
confusion/never knowing why she suffers
Looking at me from the outside
You and I really aren’t all that different.
I breath air, I do my hair, and I think about
What I wear, and the way I walk
And the way I t…
Mi hermana, my sister, a woman de Mexico,
The cultura is increíble,
And the language is muy Hermosa, very beautiful.
Every day she works hard with my father
En el restaurant, in the restaurant.
A simple word to the wise:
When viewing the world in black and white,
You almost always misses the
Multitude of greys that lie between.
You think,
“Meggy is Down Syndrome”
I used to be a chameleon.
A million shades of green.
Trying to please everyone else.
I was used
To blending in, to trying to fit myself
To everyone's liking.
And then the day
Can't they see that beauty
Comes in different forms?
We are not all made from
A cookie cutter.
I'm here.
Can you see me?
I am reaching out but
You are searching in the
Wrong places.
(poems go here) as we walk and talk
you walk away stiil hurt today
things you had to say
our love made my eyes rain
oh honey it was a deep pain
ITS WAS
TEARS ON A TRAIN
To those who speak with their hands,
Listen with their eyes,
And know with their hearts.
Their language and customs so foreign in our society,
Yet in passing,
They can blend in with the ordinary,
I sit
I sit every day.
I lie at night and sit at light,
I roll to school,
I roll to work.
Doors open,
How long will you love me ....Until the waters drain from the sea.......What about when my beautie has passed.......That could never happen in my eyes it will last and last........What if we where seperated by miles and time.......Don't worrie my
Being born in a black box
The room’s dark and cold
There’s a world outside
You know of a better world
But it’s beyond your reach
You can see it, everyone else
One day, there’s a door
He wasn’t a monster, but people assumed
he was.
Maybe they were ignorant.
Maybe they were right.
Maybe he was a freak.
Kenneth didn’t consider
do your ears flutter as the eagle sweeps the sky
do you think commericial airlines could make you cry
do you raise your head when jasper
drives a lincoln faster
than you stupid brother
Your hurt, I want to help
But I'm not aloud
Your sick, I want to help
But you refuse
You fall, I want to help
But I can't do it all
Your helpless
I'm helpless
Your dying outside
Was Steve Jobs Autistic?
Most do not think so,
But he told the world to "Think Different."
Some of us literally do.
(poems go here) Lessons in life are free
All you have to do is be.
Be as free as you can
So, that you can see.
See your life become like me.
Doctor's offices are not conducive to dreaming -
or hoping - the brown brick and clorox seem to block the angels out.
To know what Mengele's twins must have felt like,
Like a patient in front of medical students
The butterfly flies
yet the caged bird doesn't sing.
The bird let's it's story be known,
yet the butterfly flies to the next landing with ease.
Those who do not listen
to the caged bird who sings
Why Do I Write?
Do I write to escape the world?
when my pen hits the paper am I no longer this lonely girl?
Do I become this girl who isn't afraid to be free
Do I become this girl who will defeat
Those who make it through survival and
rise above to success, and their darkest times.
They always have someone at that so called end
of the tunnel to lead them through a path
Deafness is daring
But I do it every day
Why? Life is daring
It's daring at school
It's daring out in the world
But it makes me strong
Can you say the same?
It’s always been within me
From the day I was born
I see things “differently”
It wasn’t a problem to me
However
Other people, “Normal people”, say it’s a bad thing
Is it a bad thing?
I don’t know?
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The blind man with his white cane
stops on a deserted street corner
next to the post office.
I try to imagine: a life of darkness,
a perpetual fumbling for the light
switch across a suddenly-expanded
When it began, no one could tell
How hard it was for me
I was just like the other boys and girls
Just with more energy
I cannot see
For I am blind.
I will not tell you
What’s on my mind.
Touch me at all
And I pull away.
I’d rather be alone,
Every hour, every day.
A pretty pink flamingo,
A bright blue balloon;
A scarlet red tomato,
A shining white moon.
A golden sunset,
A yellow bee;
A pale green Muppet,
A deep blue sea.
life is a gift i would not give up for a myth,for any type of kiss once I miss my chance I will crumble up and fold walk the streets with a nasty cold people pass by saying wjile does he look so old.
The darkness lurks
All through my mind
Takes control
Of all it finds
It comes it goes
As it pleases
No will, no way
Will it quit
I'm from another era and a different time.
I'm from a porch of an old house with a steep front step and a dog-trot hall,
Where camellias grow proud and strong in the garden of my family's house.
I'm from another era and a different time.
I'm from a porch of an old house with a steep front step and a dog-trot hall,
Where camellias grow proud and strong in the garden of my family's house.
Wounded, bloody and maimed citizens-
adults and children.
Crammed together-
side-by-side in tents.
White bandages, turned red-
Open human flesh.
Wide-eyed innocence-
Blank stares.
Unbroken silence
Quiet is all around me
My eyes search for sound
Seeing is hearing
Even what is not spoken
Eyes hear everything
Life with no hearing
Silence is normal for me
My life is not loud
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
Who knew?
That could be read two
Ways, other than the Man above.
The Man, God whom I love
Understands the mind of
A manic, depressed, bi-polar child.
Seeing is to believe
Believing is to follow blindly
Follow blindly…
Blindly…
Blind…
The Blind cannot see
Seeing is believing
I wonder what it must be like to sit atop the handlebars of your best friend’s bike.
I wonder what it’s like to drive a car, and to stand, looking at the stars.
I wonder how it feels to swim in a pool,
Spin me a lie
hang it from the window
illuminate it with the faint hope shining through.
Pretend you know the end of this story.
Lie to me and tell me it's happy.
Spin me a lie
hang it from the window
illuminate it with the faint hope shining through.
Pretend you know the end of this story.
Lie to me and tell me it's happy.
He let go.
Crumbled pictures pushed by wind,
Sheer delicate folds sheering
The splintered floor.
They escaped
With mocking ferocity
At his gaze, tormenting wide eyes;
The clamoring of each memory
In my younger days
I was throwing fits.
From scream to scream,
To kick to kick.
My disability defined me
As an outside child.
Even though my words were clear,
For them they were not very loud.
Think of the experience of looking through someone else's eyes,
That of someone disabled, to hear their inner cries.
In a classroom, alone, with a mere single teacher by your side,
Seeing someone who spends their life on wheels
Sit in a saddle and push down their heels
Someone who can barely walk
And only mutters when they talk
You really can’t even understand
Please See Past Me!
I Don't Define What Can Be!
I Only Define What Needs to Worked On Carefully!
As A Label is A Label & Always Will Be!
It Doesn't Define Where I Can Work!
To swim in your shoes for one day,
Would drown me.
The shoes of a man,
Whose withering body stumbles
Under the weight of the world.
They say I'm one in a million
And that they are close to a cure
all I know is I need 5 shots a day
Of that I can be sure
At least I'm not dead
I keep that in my head
But what I wouldn't do
I fell so hard when we met that day,
And noticing you failed to feel the same.
Forgive me for my heart is worn,
And your's untamed.
Upon awakening I am in shock.
A ray of light permeates my forever closed eyes.
I blink once. I blink twice.
The world is appearing before my eyes,
Opening like the first petals after a spring rain.
words flow in and out of that lady
her chants drive me crazy
so i let her push the bucket
kiss and suck it
hush i tell her love someting
she can rap
using her mouth is nothing
but priceless to me
You say that I am deaf.
You tell me I'm no good,
but what you fail to see,
is that I'm not made of wood.
I have a heart and a brain, as well as two eyes,
There's no one here to talk to,
yet you're around all the tme.
When comfort comes to call,
constantly drowning it, is your chime.
All I want is to be heard,
but you feed on my silenced please.
You Move Me
You move me like the ocean tumbling a grain of sand
Like a child pulling sheets across a room building a secret fort.
You move me like a butterfly moves from one nectar filled flower to the next.
I'm waking up to this world with no fear ready or not cause your heroes here to fight off the sickness that is near like a miracle that feels so clear. People suffer everyday from some kind of illness its up to me to make a difference.
Berkeley, California - the birthplace of
Civil Rights for the Disabled,
The largest minority group in America;
50 million strong,
Young and old,
Rich and poor,
Incredibly diverse from the inside out.
Free.
To make my own decisions.
Appropriate.
Seeing me – as me.
Education.
My right as a person, not as a disease.
By giving me the Free Appropriate Education I deserve, I become a person.
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To make my own decisions.
Appropriate.
Seeing me – as me.
Education.
My right as a person, not as a disease.
By giving me the Free Appropriate Education I deserve, I become a person.
Can you hear me now?
We want our president
We want to be heard
we want to be noticed!
No longer, pushed aside and kept in the dark.
Can you hear me now?
We want our president
We want to be heard
Do I have Autism?
Or does Autism have me?
Life is scary.
Most people know it is,
But they just know how to function.
I have to learn how, every day.
In the future I see
Myself, just plain happy
Helping others while on the go
Just so everyone will know
I will be everything I can be
I will be strong, bold, and free
Nothing will get in my way
Take away my eyes
Make me blind
Take away the silent crescendo of yellow and scarlet at sunrise
Take away the brown hair and blue eyes of my heritage
Take away the intense pink of Grandma's roses
Pain so distant, no one feels
So cold and heartless
Bleeding Free
No one hears a cry for help
No one hears a scream of fear
But to you, the pain so much closer
Colder
Souless
Silence, silence, that's all I hear
There, here, or anywhere
Silence is the world around you closing
Silence is nature choosing peace
Silence is a sign of thinking
Silence, silence, that's all I hear
There, here, or anywhere
Silence is the world around you closing
Silence is nature choosing peace
Silence is a sign of thinking
He let go
Studying crumbled pictures pushed by wind,
Delicate folds faltering—clinging
To splintered floor.
They escaped
With mocking ferocity
And his gaze, tormenting wide eyes;
Dana never could remember what was proper to say
His only concern ever was to make someone's day.
So when Dana saw a girl, as lonely as could be,
He walked up to that girl, and that girl was me.
I went across an ocean
once; walking on the waves.
I made it to the other side
and found it very strange.
The people couldn't fly,
the grass was always green,
and no matter how hard they tried
It means to slow.
Developmentally challenged
And now because of a powerful man
It means them
What are they slow in?
Only things seen to be normal
But, may I ask,
Growing up at a young age,
I never really had the time.
To sit down and look up,
This medical condition of mine.
But when I did,
I found things that weren't real.
Like how people say this and that,
