Pretty Pettyâs Poem for the Disabled
Hello Pretty Pets, how are you doing?
Let us introduced ourselves: weâre Amanda, James, Anna, Tim, Abdul, Jasmine, Erin, and Osinachi; weâre poets. This is a very special issue or version that weâre 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 âBeing Handicappedâ. Just click on this link: http://beinghandicappedessay.blogspot.com. In 2001, Amanda discovered poetry by an accident. Iâll be doing this issue.
Pity, You?
By-Amanda D. Petty
You said,
âYou should have been pity on meâŚâ
Loving eyes turns to red fire.
Steam coming out my ears.
Holding my tongue.
Thinking to myself,
âYou donât know what pity is.â
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. 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.