Pretty Petty’s Poem for the Disabled
Hello Pretty Pets, how are you doing?
Let us introduced ourselves: we’re Amanda, James, Anna, Tim, Abdul, Jasmine, Erin, and Osinachi; we’re poets. This is a very special issue or version that we’re doing. James, Tim, and I are disabled or handicapped too. If you want to know more about us, 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’ll be doing this issue.
Pity, You?
By-Amanda D. Petty
You said,
“You should have been pity on me…”
Loving eyes turns to red fire.
Steam coming out my ears.
Holding my tongue.
Thinking to myself,
“You don’t know what pity is.”
In a power wheelchair since a baby,
Mocked by my own friends,
Teased at because I cannot walk,
Laughed at because of my speech.
I should pity you,
WHY SHOULD I FEEL SORRY?
Recalling the times when people give me sympathy.
Hating those people.
Crying silent tears, you hurt me.
Why did you hurt me?
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.