Best Disability Poems
This baby is being born with hardly a belly button the angel declared.
Yes, this is a special one sent to a family who is kind and understanding
It is not every parent who can raise a child like this one thus the button lack.
He is on the spectrum? Yes, a rainbow child, someone overly unique.
I have never seen another one.
How long have you been doing this?
Sixteen years.
You might not see another one for another sixteen.
Truly!
These rainbow children are special beyond special.
Sent to teach life lessons and patience to parents and teachers.
Sent to show peers that people do not all have to think the same things.
Showing them that being passionate about one subject is all right.
Sometimes even desirable. This one loves trains; it all about trains for him.
Will his nursery be in trains?
No. His parents have not met him yet.
They are doing his room up in dinosaurs.
Will he like that too? No He will scream and wail about it.
Will they know to change it?
Someday as they learn.
This is why we send the rainbow children.
To teach the world.
The angel smiled at the baby, in awe.
She has overwhelmed me with her love
My love is not for legs
Not only her skin texture
The properly shaped head neither
Her thoughts can entrance
Those of a woman without disability
They say I am accursed
That loving her is abominable
Yet they admire the outward look only
And ignore her for her outward look
Like disables are barren and disrespect her inward beauty
They thought she would not conceive
And now they wonder
They ask me, “How did you make it?”
For our son is healthy and sound
Now they know, disability is not inability
3) ability in disability
If you hate you will die
If you love you will die
Why not love and die
If you say the truth you will die
If you don't say the truth you will
Die
Why not say the truth and die
If you talk you will die
If you don't talk you will still die
Why not talk and die
If pursue your vision you will die
If you follow you mission you will still die
But the good thing is you will never die with confusion
If I sing my songs of freedom I will die
If I don't I will die
Why I don't sing and die
If I write I will die
If I don't write I will still die
So why I don't write and die
Life is not how far
But how well
So in your disability
Find the ability
Disabilities are within and without
In this truth, there is no doubt
This gives us all something to think about
Let us not gape at others and stare
Let us look at ourselves and study with care
We will find our own disabilities there
Let us spend time improving ourselves
Looking to God for our strength and our health
This ability will lead to eternal treasures of wealth
I'm not broken,
dont look down on me,
dont push me around.
dont laugh when I ask a question in class.
dont smirk when Im confused.
dont make faces at me when you think im not looking
I have as Aspergers.
Did any one ever relize that 'Disability' is limiting in itself?
the prefex, Dis- it means not or no
the core is able meaning capable
then put together it is saying
Not Able
Not capable
How do you think we feel,
when all we ever hear is your not able,
or you cant do it?
Then we add in Highschool to the mix.
The devil's playground.
A brewing pot of confusion
loads of people figureing out who they are.
Anger overflowing from arguments at home,
Sleep-deprived from fear of failing expectaions.
Now just to stir thigs up a bit,
Lets not give them coping skills,
and make it a social taboo to get help.
Perfect!
Im not a monster becuase I dont cry at the movies.
Im not a killer because blood doesnt faze me.
Im not mute becuase I dont want to talk to you.
Im not weak becuase I choose not to fight.
Im not deaf because I dont care about gossip.
Im not stupid becuase I dont waste my time on celeberties.
Im not a freak becuase I dont fit into your social groups.
Im just a 16 year old girl,
that can feel lost in a world of unspoken expectations.
Stumbling deaf in a spoken maze.
dont take a walk in my shoes,
because I dont want to be barefoot.
But some understanding would be nice.
Sometimes I need a hug, or a comforting glance,
or maybe a few gentle words by chance.
I was born with dyslexia,
And also A.D.D.
I’m not sure that you understand
What this demands of me.
You have formed your low opinion,
And judged me in your way.
Because I do not read your work,
You’ve nothing good to say.
The books I read are all on tape,
My bible’s on CD.
I rarely read the written word,
It’s difficult for me.
The words get jumbled in my mind,
So I must read again.
Sometimes I’ll read things many times,
Before I take it in.
You think I’m some pretentious jerk,
Who gets but doesn’t give.
You don’t see the adversity
With which I have to live.
I failed to graduate from school,
With all my high school chums.
My teachers never understood,
They just thought I was dumb.
I didn’t understand the books,
Or homework they assigned.
So long before you ever judged,
My nature was defined.
This is the monkey on my back,
The cross I have to bear,
You think you have me figured out?
That’s just the devil’s snare!
You do not know the path I walk,
You don’t know ME at all!
Did God not warn that judgment’s price
Would cause your soul to fall?
Or do you think that you can sin
Because your heart believes?
That once you’re saved, you’re always saved,
For that belief deceives.
The woman that Lord Jesus found,
At adultery’s door,
Was told, as He forgave her sins,
To go and sin NO MORE.
He didn’t say, Now that you’re saved,
Salvation is assured.
For if you know what NOT to do,
You disregard His word!
If you think I’m the evil one,
Because I do not read,
Then you have been corrupted by
The devil’s prideful seed.
Your time is nearly up my friend,
The sickle will soon fall.
And it will not skip over those
Who THINK their sins are small.
I am a man afflicted by
A disability.
To think of me as something else,
Is YOUR iniquity.
26 June 08 9:00 am
I walk a lot softer than I used to
I walk a lot slower than I used to
I work a lot less than I used to
I work a lot slower than I usde to
But I love a lot more than I used to
Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009
Disability & equality
I & my kind are equal
The skin of my color is not a curse
But due to evil & greed
My fellow humans have put a price-tag on my head
Making me the most hunted amongst the human kind
Yet in the book & to the creator we are equal
I am fully human nevertheless ,but human
Failing to carry my body due to my leg problems
doesn't make you more human because you can move
Situations i solve without my eyes
My heart & mind do the chemistry
I'm a man with no hands
But Wars & battles of injustice I fight
Yet job opportunities to my kind are still denied
My voice is heard but ignored
their voice is heard & acknowledged
leaving me a lonely a person,you call a mad man(wamisala)
Yet before the book we are all equal
Words from my lips are distorted
Hands i still use to communicate
Yet am denied the same chances as those that speak with their lips
but before the book & creator we are equal
By *Paul kasolokera Mkandawire*
The feelings aren’t healing,
Discontent continues wheeling,
The outer skin of my patience desires to find its true meaning,
My heart is causing friction,
The inabilities need fixing before time runs out,
The pressures of being the one,
The man,
The one man that can oversee the potential growth
and harvest it seeds,
The one who initiates and provides stability
has an underwhelming handicap.
Can I save myself?
Is the rot going to end up simply killing me?
Not stuck in a chair
I'm empowered by my wheels
Wheelchairs give freedom
I have this disability
The one called imbecility,
Along with instability
And rampant incivility.
I lack dependability
And have no credibility.
I’m short on sensibility,
Am prone to gullibility
And have the inability
To see my fallibility.
And yet, with great humility
I say with plausibility
The concept “genius” – you’ll agree –
Really fits me to a tee.
Cracked and scarred
from many years of depravity,
existing only through
the skill it is made of.
Crevices guard
roots of weeds
as they push and squeeze
their way through.
A jungle of undergrowth
stretched across society,
entangling us
in its vastness,
hiding a beauty
that could exist
if we pruned it
occasionally.
We had just started dating when you locked you keys in the car.
The window was cracked so I shoved my arm in.
I couldn’t reach the door lock since my arm is straight.
So I broke my arm in an L shape and unlocked the door.
I impressed you, so it was worth it.
We had been dating a couple weeks when I finally got the courage for our first kiss.
It was so powerful it curled my toenails.
I had to go to the podiatrist to get my toenails removed.
I had to wear special medical boots and endure pain for months.
I impressed you, so it was worth it.
One day we were walking on the nature trail in the park.
There was a snake on your side of the trail but you didn’t see it.
I pushed you out of the way and took the snake bite.
I lost half of my left calf muscle.
I impressed you, so it was worth it.
We were walking home in a bad storm when an electric line broke above.
I threw you out of the way to safety.
The electric line came down and hit my left arm.
It was only for a second but it was long enough to burn my left arm off.
I impressed you, so it was worth it.
In a store a fight broke out right next to us.
A wild punch was headed your way.
I stepped in and took the punch for you.
I had a badly broken nose that is permanently crooked.
I impressed you, so it was worth it.
After dating for six months I asked you to marry me.
You were brutally honest in your answer.
“No, I can’t marry a man with no toenails, half a calf muscle, only one arm and that one is L shaped (even after surgery), a crooked nose and lives on disability because he can’t work.”
I responded calmly and rationally to you.
You Suck!
In isolation
I hear a lonely cricket
Singing in my mind
An empty silence
Overflows from the abyss
An undeserved bliss
What is not, yet is
To hear nothing is a gift
A most unusual grace
As I softly lose
My faltering sense of sound
I pretend to hear
Or else I ignore
Having convenient excuse
Not to understand
I would rather fear
Of losing the sound of sense
At such great expense
These my only friends
The cicadas lively song
Which is horribly long
Please don't say I'm wrong
Or suffer unfair dispute
To argue with a mute
Hear the only truth
Which I desire to part:
Listen with your heart
Those that hear have faith
Yet trust comes to those sans ears
Sown with seeds of tears
Applying for Social Security Disability
By Elton Camp
Whenever unemployment comes to rise
Applying for disability seems quite wise
Those who try to get by doing that way
Are increasing greatly almost every day
Some, of course, truly do have disability
Many are really looking to get money free
And they see no good reason as to why
It would be wrong even to tell a big lie
“My back hurts so terrible I can’t stand.
And I have little control of either hand.”
The claimant knows it’s very hard to say
That they don’t really feel just that way
Once the person begins to draw a check
Even if he works, it is very hard to detect
Especially if the boss they do prove able
To get to pay them underneath the table
But the risk is that if fraud can be shown
It’s payback and perhaps to prison gone
And so many are getting money that way
Funds will soon run out, or so they say