I have a severe speech impairment and I've had it since I was 18 months old when the MMR vaccination counteracted - caused harm rather than good (I'm not the only person it's done it to), it caused me to have multiple disabilities but still I remained myself. However, this poem is based on my speech impairment and how people view it even friends who I have known since high school took a long time to get used to it which didn't bother me in the slightest. But some tiimes people can be so cruel and so I wrote this.
Misunderstood, trapped and rarely
considered an equal; confusion
dominates many faces that try to
comprehend my broken voice.
No-one seems to recognise my
body language and unusual hand movements.
Wrong conclusions are drawn towards
my level of intelligence; many view me
like a lost child desperate to be one with
I may speak the English language but
it appears broken; my voice is thus
lost, like a treasured belonging long
been misplaced somewhere unknown.
My hearing remains but I speak like
a deaf person; hand gestures are made
to try to convey my thoughts and emotions,
sadly, hardly anyone has learned how to
interpret someone like myself.
I am voiceless and thus I seem not to
belong in this world of fragmented images
of what is deemed normal.
Regardless of my affliction I remain as
whole as I can possibly be.