Pretty Petty’s 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 “Being Handicapped”. Just click on this link: http://beinghandicappedessay.blogspot.com. In 2001, Amanda discovered poetry by an accident.
I’m The Voice
By-Amanda D. Petty
When I was eleven, I didn’t know why I was here. You see, I shouldn’t be alive. I drowned in my family’s 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 didn’t need to share it, but I believe you need to know the past before I tell you my future. Now, I’m an adult and now I know why I’m here. I’m here to change peoples’ thoughts about the handicapped. I’m 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 people’s challenges are the very worst and others aren’t. Some can walk and can’t chat that well. Some have no legs or no arms. Some have neither. Some can’t speak and can’t move at all. I knew a guy who couldn’t move or talk. He had a tray with pictures. He was a very cool man. My friend’s always been a slow learner.
I’m the voice who can’t talk. Yes, I can’t 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? There’s a reason we are here, to help you to slow down.
This is a bit different tone from the others. It’s about a disabled person’s 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 I’m an adult, bulling won’t 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 “hook” 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. We’re promising, we do know how you truly feel. It will get better, don’t 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 don’t give up. Heavenly Father knows your pains; maybe that’s why we’re here, giving you strength for a new hour. My friend, we really do know how you feel.