I am --------A Poem by Isa RuffattiThis is a poem that criticizes labels. I myself was diagnosed with all of these diagnoses and I this is what I think about them.I
am _______.
I am Autism. Present from early
childhood, makes it hard to
communicate, make friends, and fully appreciate
idioms and metaphors. I am Epilepsy. My brain sends abnormal
electric currents, and I shudder. I am Hyphothyroidism. My thyroid gets to work
late, it’s so lazy, it should be fired. I am Strabism. My eye wanders in all
directions, never settling, always
moving. I am Anxiety Disorder. I can’t keep still, relaxing is not an
option, fear- my constant
companion. I am Depressive Disorder. A passive suicidal
thought, here and there, mostly sad, that is all. I am Motor Tic Disorder. Eyes won’t stop
blinking, looks like I’m crying. I am Abstract Language Disorder. Idioms and Metaphors, I don’t get them.
I am Social Pragmatic Disorder. Language is hard, and my social skills are
defficient, now you want me to
combine them? I am Developmental Motor Coordination Disorder. I trip and I fall, What a monstrous lack of
coordination! Proof of clumsiness. I am Sensory Modulation Disorder. I focus way too much, whisper, and I won’t
hear you; talk, and I won’ hear
you; scream, and I will hear
you. I am Labeled. I am different. I am aware. I am defined by my
weaknesses.
How can this be? Are we all this way? . People defined, not by what
they have, but by what they lack or
have too much of. A society defined by the
“normal” standards. Slaves to their labels,
knowing well their limits What they should be What they shouldn’t be To be in the norm, or to
not be the in the norm That is the question. But just what is the norm but the impossible? © 2014 Isa Ruffatti |
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