Pretty Pettyâs Poem for the Disabled
Hello Pretty Pets, how are you doing?
Let us introduced ourselves: weâre Amanda, James, Anna, Tim, Abdul, Jasmine, Kofi, Alvin, Okeke, Jayant, Roselle, Bamidele, Amber, Kanu, Lana, and Osinachi; weâre poets. This is a very special issue or version that weâre doing. If you want to know more about handicapped, 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.
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. Iâve been there. I know it too well. I live in a power-chair. I canât talk that well and sometimes people donât understand me. Iâll repeat myself over and over until they get me. And, Iâm 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 donât 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 youâre scared of them. Some guys and girls will talk.
Gentlemen and Ladies: Open your eyes and see the real person behind the wheels. Youâll 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 canât do anything because Iâm âdisabledâ and live in a power-chair. To me, handicapped is just a word.
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.