“My Disabled World” – Your Poems
And please keep them coming and also tell us who your favourite charity is – send them to:
poetry@disabilitytalk.co.uk
‘Lady in a Wheelchair Invisible or What?’
Look at me What do you see? Ask me a question Watch my reaction You see I live, I love, I cry Speak to me, go on try
I cannot walk But I like to talk Don’t natter over my head Look down and speak to me instead Are you afraid or shy? Are you too embarrassed to try? Can’t you stop for a while? Speak to me and make me smile How I wish I was strong and tall Being down here my world is small My limbs are weak but my heart is strong Speak to me it won’t take long Some time ago I was well and smart Then an illness tore my world apart Now I see life through different eyes Time for the truth, no more lies So many things I cannot do Speak to me it could happen to you
Poem submitted by Jackie Cooper whose favourite charity is ‘The British Heart Foundation’
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‘I want to die’
Darlek Darlek, why don’t they leave me alone One arm Bandit, one arm bandit through my head All the time Pushing and shoving, what have I done I’m different, not like them wish I could die See the dancers see how they skate I would like to do this Oh how I hate ……………. I sit in the bath, tears in my eyes Sobbing sobbing another bad day Taunting from morning to night See the riders high on their horses Wish I was normal Oh how I hate …………….. Cripple cripple everyone shouts Spastic spastic, I don’t understand I want to be normal oh how I try See the girls in their high heeled shoes Hair piled high Oh how I hate …………….. Poem submitted by Sherren Carter whose favourite charity is ‘SCOPE’ ………………………………………………………………….
‘Invalid’
If paperwork or laws are termed invalid
How, then, does that apply to the Warriors
In the hospices, with Chemo-blasted immunities
Who smile and fundraise and seize the day?
Or to the blade runner and other super-humans
Who set records which beat the advantaged ones;
Those who take out their mask and glare back
At their demons, every single working day;
To those who walk with their assistance dogs
Through crowds more unseeing than they;
Or to genius Hawking with his robot voice
Unleashed by technology to dazzle the world
And confound masters of science, rewrite history..
How are these afflicted heroes invalid in any way?
Invalids? Rather, they are champions of the minute
The hour, the day, where they triumph and triumph again.
Poem submitted by Alison J Schultz – whose favourite charity is MS