We are not DISABLED
Nor handicapped...
Oh, gosh, they are scared
Of ghosts of the past.
We are not deaf-mutes–
but we are Deaf so we
Can hear Madonna’s loud music so
we can see signs.
We gather the sounds of Nature as we stroll
through the tranquil park.
God makes us heed the glory of angels
creating a world of good will towards
people with and without disabilities.
We are not crippled–
why are foes attempting to
stamp a rubber stigma on
Our foreheads like victims
of ugly prejudice?
Well, we are
physically challenged
After all.
A beautifully stated poem on the realities of the physically handicapped. I believe we are all handicapped in one way or the other--some just aren't as noticeable. To me, you are not handicapped in the way you handle your life, your writing and your dreams.
Regards,
Micki
Edwin