Bound and Unbound
I’m sure you’ve never heard of her –
Her name was Judith Scott.
The cards were stacked against her
So she didn’t have a shot.
Both Down’s and deafness were her lot;
Her twin was not affected.
An institution was her home
Where nothing was expected.
When she was in her 40’s though,
Her sister got her out
And only then did she first taste
What life was all about.
A center for disabled folk
Taught art and Judith thrived.
In sculpture using cloth and objects,
Artistry arrived.
Her colorful creations now
In Brooklyn* can be found.
Together they’re displayed and titled
“Bound and” yes, “Unbound.”
No one knew what Judith Scott
Was thinking while creating,
But she’s the proof within us all
Potential might be waiting.
*Brooklyn Museum
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