I see you looking at me in my wheelchair
you think i don't? But i see you stare
I know that i am a twisted form
something different from the norm
My words are echoed in high pitched screams
I seem so normal in my dreams
My 'future' is unlike yours, but the spellings the same
Even twisted forms have names!
You see a lump of flesh, you think I'm worthless
You think i can not pick up on this?
I can't talk, walk but i can move my hand
I scream to let you know i understand
The world i live in, is the same as yours
we all live under natures laws
I'm just one of natures flaws
I'm a human being in a twisted form
Something different from the norm.
Written in 2001, when i worked In a day centre for adults with sever learning disabilities. It was here actually where i met Olive (see letter to galway and love tinted glasses) This poem is about how someone with a severe disability, thinks about the world and us. It's based on a client i used do personal care for, and how much dignity he must have suffered, because the closer i worked with these people, i learnt just that...they are people!