Who is disabled?
Is it me, or is it you?
Should disability be based
On an anatomical stock-take,
Or based on what you can do?
For I can climb mountains,
I can soar through the sky,
And I can slay dragons,
With just a blink of an eye,
I can overcome barriers,
Fight against impossible odds,
Ignore patronising glances
And condescending nods.
So who is disabled?
Is it me, or is it you?
It is completely subjective,
It’s just your point of view…
Don’t see only our disabilit-ease,
Don’t deny us basic facilit-ease,
Don’t ignore our many abilit-ease,
Don’t compound our varied difficult-ease,
Deal head-on with the harsh realit-ease.
You never know what life has in store,
You may fall one day and rise no more,
You may join our ranks, afraid, unsure,
You may write words to plead; implore.
We are not an alien race,
We have a voice, we have a face,
We have our part to play; a place.
Let us join life’s lively dance,
Let us have an equal chance.
Pl- ease.
A man's ability to think is related to the sight of a woman's cleavage
Reduces a man's ability to think by as much as 50% per boob, no secret
Genetics are used
As drools doth ooze
Can't think of anything, maybe apple pie, that would cause such disablement
Wide wings with dark fingery tips
Fan tail of duplicate feathers
From beneath: a small white bird, wearing a glamorous white-grey-brown coat
A black moon sits in the middle of staring round yellow eyes
It descends – gliding down towards the still lake
Its claws are moved in front, when its reflection can be seen more clearly
A tidy belly flop landing on the lake breaks the majesty of its descent
Wide wings flap, in almost slow motion, as it struggles to regain flight
Astute wrestles with the underwater
Two final flaps takes it to air
Struggling was not in vain
An obese salmon twitches as it is carried across the lake – virtually at death
A thick black talon in the chest of the fish, causes its death and its disablement
Rewarded
Emotionless
Professional
The faking of a smile
A pondering of a thought
The tear of an eye
A sound of weeping from afar
The trickle of blood running down my wrist
A readiness for the end
The conclusion that it wasn't worth fighting for
A cold-hearted body statue
The loss of a laugh
An unfriendly company
The further movement to insanity
A womb that can't heal
The disablement of trust
A heart becoming black and charcoaled
The fear of speaking; afraid of emmbaresment
A wanting of something better
The never-ending sorrow
A longing for happiness
The destruction from words
A hurtful betrayel
The madness haunting my ears
A weariness and sorrow taunting my dreams
The companionship of no one
A crushing of a reputation
The beggining of an end
An endinng of safety