Pretty Pettyâs Poem for the Disabled
Hello Pretty Pets, how are you doing?
Let us introduced ourselves: weâre Amanda, James, Anna, Abdul, Joseph, Jesselyn, Rick, Tim, and Nicholas; weâre poets. This is a very special issue or version that weâre doing. Nicholas, James, Rick, 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.
See Me And NOT My Disability
By-Amanda D. Petty
Knowing and realizing that Iâm handicapped.
Iâve got scars from my surgeries.
Living in a wheelchair since I was a baby.
Go ahead and stare.
I do care.
But, I canât stop you.
I wish you would see me
And not my disability.
My left arm does stuff that I canât control.
I canât help my speech.
Why are you making fun
About the way I talk?
Why are you avoiding me
Because, I canât walk?
What is the matter with you?
Is it that funny;
Or, am I a comic relief?
I know people talk bad about me.
I understand people just donât say âheyâ.
Why do you feel sorry for me?
Iâm not.
Yes, Iâve got a disability.
But, Iâve got a weird personality.
Iâm sweet.
Good listener and a wonderful friend.
But, you wonât see that,
You just see my wheels.
Why?
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. We have a song for you. My friend, we really do know how you feel.