Best Disability Poems

She has overwhelmed me with her love
My love is not for legs
Not only her skin texture
The properly shaped head neither

Her thoughts can entrance
Those of a woman without disability
They say I am accursed
That loving her is abominable

Yet they admire the outward look only
And ignore her for...

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Disability, Illness and Fundamentalism

My brother died of Cystic Fibrosis, 
When I was twelve and he fourteen, 
It took away his ambitions, 
To study at Oxford - the pipe organ’s steam. 

I understand being born with a genetic disorder, 
Because I have Cerebral Palsy and sometimes...

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3) ability in disability
  If you hate you will die
  If you love you will die 
   Why not love and die 

If you say the truth you will die 
If you don't say the truth you will 
Die 
Why not...

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Disabilities are within and without
In this truth, there is no doubt
This gives us all something to think about

Let us not gape at others and stare
Let us look at ourselves and study with care
We will find our own disabilities there

Let us spend time improving ourselves
Looking to...

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I'm not broken, 
dont look down on me,
dont push me around. 
dont laugh when I ask a question in class.
dont smirk when Im confused.
dont make faces at me when you think im not looking

I have as Aspergers. 

Did any one ever relize that 'Disability' is...

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I was born with dyslexia,
And also A.D.D.
I’m not sure that you understand
What this demands of me.

You have formed your low opinion,
And judged me in your way.
Because I do not read your work,
You’ve nothing good to say.

The books I read are all on tape,
My bible’s on...

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26 June 08    9:00 am

I walk a lot softer than I used to

I walk a lot slower than I used to

I work a lot less than I used to

I work a lot slower than I usde to

But I love a lot more...

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Things are very hard for me to see and hear, it’s very distracting
I never ever thought that I had such disability that causes problem
I find myself reading the words backwards and it’s more frequent
And I understand things incomplete, wrong, mixed in lost sequence
I guess is...

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The feelings aren’t healing,
Discontent continues wheeling,
The outer skin of my patience desires to find its true meaning,
My heart is causing friction,
The inabilities need fixing before time runs out,
The pressures of being the one,
The man,
The one man that can oversee the potential growth
and harvest it seeds,
The...

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Disability & equality

I & my kind are equal
The skin of my color is not a curse 
But due to evil & greed
My fellow humans have put a price-tag on my head
Making me the most hunted amongst the human kind
Yet in the book & to the...

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Cracked and scarred
from many years of depravity,
existing only through
the skill it is made of.

Crevices guard
roots of weeds
as they push and squeeze
their way through.
A jungle of undergrowth
stretched across society,
    entangling us
in its vastness,
hiding a beauty
that could exist
if we pruned it 
  ...

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This baby is being born with hardly a belly button the angel declared.
Yes, this is a special one sent to a family who is kind and understanding
It is not every parent who can raise a child like this one thus the button lack.
He is on...

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It's weird
and sometimes wild
living with a non-LeftBrain verbal dominant
aspiring child,
now young adult

I find myself waiting for him
to nonverbally connect
and correct me
about my patriarchal domineering
economic and political ableist sins
of felt omission from commercial value
and, perhaps worse,
my passionately messianic
self-centered sins of silent 
unvoice-touched neglect,
noticing my own ambivalent...

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We had just started dating when you locked you keys in the car.
The window was cracked so I shoved my arm in.
I couldn’t reach the door lock since my arm is straight.
So I broke my arm in an L shape and unlocked the door.
I impressed...

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In isolation
I hear a lonely cricket
Singing in my mind

An empty silence
Overflows from the abyss
An undeserved bliss

What is not, yet is
To hear nothing is a gift
A most unusual grace

As I softly lose
My faltering sense of sound
I pretend to hear

Or else I ignore 
Having convenient excuse
Not to...

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