Pretty Pettyâs Poem for the Disabled
Hello Pretty Pets, how are you doing?
If you want to know more about handicapped, Amanda wrote a very powerful paper about âBeing Handicappedâ. Just click on this link: http://beinghandicappedessay.blogspot.com. In 2001, Amanda discovered poetry by an accident.
Iâm The Voice
By-Amanda D. Petty
When I was eleven, I didnât know why I was here. You see, I shouldnât be alive. I drowned in my familyâs pool at the age of 22 months. I was dead for ten minutes. Then, I came to life. I thought I was normal. At my sixth grade dance, no boy would dance with me and that was a turning point.
Yes, I realized I didnât need to share it, but I believe you need to know the past before I tell you my future. Now, Iâm an adult and now I know why Iâm here. Iâm here to change peoplesâ thoughts about the handicapped. Iâm the voice for the kids who are teased, laughed at, and taunted.
I know there are so many people who are different from me; some peopleâs challenges are the very worst and others arenât. Some can walk and canât chat that well. Some have no legs or no arms. Some have neither. Some canât speak and canât move at all. I knew a guy who couldnât move or talk. He had a tray with pictures. He was a very cool man. My friendâs always been a slow learner.
Iâm the voice who canât talk. Yes, I canât talk that well either; but with my poetry, I have a very powerful voice. People, if you are patient with us, we can tell you stories. Why are you always in a rush? Thereâs a reason we are here, to help you to slow down.
This is a bit different tone from the others. Itâs about a disabled personâs very raw feelings about getting pick on. I have been pick on before and still being pick on. Yes, yours truly, is still being bulled. Just because Iâm an adult, bulling wonât stop. Do you know why? One, simple word; misunderstood. They judge on the outside. Enjoy.
A Black Sky
By-Amanda D. Petty
Laughed at my wheelchair,
Scared of my impaired speech.
Ran away of my âhookâ hand.
Confusion on my heart.
Rain floods my eyes.
Breaking soul,
Demolish my spirit.
Hurting each time, I see you.
Pointed fingers,
Derided words,
Abominate towards me.
Sorrow fills me,
Doldrums holds me,
Vilest language harm my mind,
Lacerating my self-esteem,
Perish into a black sky.
An Uplifting: We truly want to thank you for reading this. Weâre promising, we do know how you truly feel. It will get better, donât give up. We know some days are bad: physical or emotional or both. On those days, you want to die. We know that firsthand; what help us the most is God. We hope this issue will help you. Just donât give up. Heavenly Father knows your pains; maybe thatâs why weâre here, giving you strength for a new hour. My friend, we really do know how you feel.