DISABLED

DISABLED

He rides his wheelchair like a racing car
The rainbow colours blending into one
He grins his infectious grin, his
wide mouth welcoming and warm

He stutters, his sentences an intricate mess of
words that won't come the way he wants them to
And Tourette is not HIS name, but all the same
it makes him a wondrous one to view.

He doesn't understand most jokes, so serious!
But laughs uncontrollably at his own pun
So fun! But one must love his beautiful hair
His green eyes, and everliving optimism

I know him well, from the inside out, so proud
is he. Remember well!  This does not define
the him he is, I live with him day in, day out
Because you see? I do not notice disability.

For me he is as normal as can be, for I am he
I live with me, and disability, and poetry.


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Meme by Mel Leach
Poem by Darren White
October 7, 2016