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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
Inexorável inexiste. Escolho meu caminho. O que quero? O que sou?
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
      She Cut's Her Self to Forget Him.....      & Everytime the wound Get's Deeper.... 
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, 
She brought me that fire Hell on earth; but felt like heaven To me and to my desires
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
Why do you walk the way you do?   By Jonah Kane Why do you walk the way you do? 
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
Texas,Don. G. nUTT.
Texas,Don. G. nUTT.
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 injuerd self,     They see the agony in my eyes, But know I will not give up.  
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.
Daughter ,You are, An arrow wrapped in shame.
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.
Trees all I see are treesTrees that help me breath that ease the pain in my feet 
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
Hey Hey Hey, it's souljagirl Hey Hey
 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
You say all this stuff that you hate about yourself.
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...
Always, constant pain| People laugh that I can't walk| The world is so crule|
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  
Snow, cherry blossoms Make beautiful cruel world through My broken window
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. 
Being me is the way of life
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.
Anxious about being
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.
When I was born I was a pretty light skin baby,
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
Fingers pointed, the occasional uneasy glare, avoidance
Some hate to wake up early on a Saturday morning
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 dance everyday.
I walk down the hall.
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?  
When I was 3 years old a do
You look.
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
3 years ago I came back home,             unable to function on my own.
  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.
Life is like a camera,
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
          I know your sorry for the things you have done.   
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,
DNR
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. 
Pain shatters my body
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
"Communication is key",
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
Thou shalt not repeatedly cry to regain sympathy, thou shalt cry to reveal joy.
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,
I’m sorry, the doctor says. Your child have failed the audiology test.
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.  
Lost we are Without a clue.
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;
VoicesWe have them
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 
God knew we were all going to be created one of those 7 days
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
You are my inspiration
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.
Hearts are left empty  Bitterness grows deep within  As the days go by 
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,
Disability.  The lack of an ability.  A table with a missing leg.
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,
teachers always asked why i was so far gone from reality?
Listen
 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.
Do you ever see kids with disabilities   Looking so happy and content  
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
Excerpt from his life, he would never want to recollect.
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
Like a butterfly with broken wings,
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.  
If not for humility None would  overcome. I  Seek to humble myself
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
BPD
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,
Like a leech it attaches to the body and doesn’t let go multiplying continually
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
To be ill and afraid of what is coming tomorrow, and never forg
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
Writing never stops Literature never dies The culture never drops The illiterate never flies?
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
decibels can not penetrate my eardrums but i'm a person, too. 
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"
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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
Slowly I descend.This is out of my control.No improvement,
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
ADD IS NOT THE SUM OF ME
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.
I am not going anywhere but where you want me.
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.
(poems go here) 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.
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
Deaf Poem By Kate Rapone
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,
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