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, Kofi, Alvin, Okeke, Jayant, Roselle, Bamidele, Amber, Kanu, Lana, and Osinachi; we’re poets. This is a very special issue or version that we’re 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’ll be doing this issue.
Handicapped
By-Amanda D. Petty
When you think of the word handicapped, what do you really think about? I know what they say. I know what they think. When you see a wheelchair, do you run away and hide? Or, do you talk to them and make friends with them?
I know how they feel when they are left out because I am handicapped. I’ve been there. I know it too well. I live in a power-chair. I can’t talk that well and sometimes people don’t understand me. I’ll repeat myself over and over until they get me. And, I’m used to it. But, at times; it hurts.
If you know a handicapped person, are you friends with them? Do you play games with them? Or, do you tease them, so they will cry? People, you don’t get it at all. You will see a disabled person and you might talk to them. But, usually you will walk right past them because you’re scared of them. Some guys and girls will talk.
Gentlemen and Ladies: Open your eyes and see the real person behind the wheels. You’ll be surprised. Yes, I may come across as rude. But, I know how it is. I know it very clearly. Some people think that I can’t do anything because I’m “disabled” and live in a power-chair. To me, handicapped is just a word.
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.