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Disability Means Inability


I hear giggling laughter I'm eager to know the cause Suddenly I know By the way they all stare at me Everyone says Be Yourself It seems okay for everyone else But not for me I have no choice anyways I can't be free of what I do My body My mind My emotions They act out without my command Weird, frustrating, reckless, I hear my peers say this about me They also say freak They think I can't hear or understand But I know why I'm treated this way My parents, my teachers, my counselors They've told me my problems I know all my limitations All of my bugs All of my disadvantages I won't go to college. I won't get married. I may never move out. I will work a low-wage job at best. People will always think I'm unable I don't have the opportunity To chase my dreams I don't even have anyone To tell about them. As a kid I've been bullied But I will soon be an adult No longer directly tormented by peers Yet forever tormented by The assumption that greatness Is out of my reach. I wrote this poem because I believe there is not enough action being taken to help people who face disabilities: mentally, emotionally, physically, etc. I am a student Teacher Assistant for the Special Education class at my high school. These kids are constantly overlooked. They all struggle to make friends outside of their class. Even the friends they have aren't involved in their lives outside of school. They are constantly excluded. Society teaches that they are unable to do what everyone else does. I don't think society should tell us anything. I think more people with disabilities should be able to say for themselves what they are capable of. It may be harder for them and they might need more help to accomplish what nondisabled people do, but it's not impossible! I hope to change the world I live in by inspiring people to care more. If people cared more they would notice and admit the truth! Disabled are overlooked! And I will not accept it.
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