My Disability

My Disability

A Poem by Lover Of Words

I myself think of myself as normal
But i love myself 
Birth defects are nothing 
Unless you make them 
My defect is nothing but a blessing
Its not a curse 
Its my life and some times i hate it 
But sometimes i love it 
Really no choice but to embrace it
So i shall make it what it is 
I may not drive 
May not work
May not be perfect 
But get to know me 
And you will see 
I am no different 
Then You and others 
My life is sometimes tough 
Others see my life as worthless 
But its my life 
So do not judge it 
Its my blessing 
It makes life hard 
But i do not mind 
Jumping over hurdles 
The surgeries that come with it 
The struggles are my struggles 
I live them to the fullest every day of my life 
The struggles make me who i am 
Make me tougher then others thought 
Makes my heart love more 
And not take things for granted 
Others like me or not so lucky 
People stare and laugh  
I'm not a stone wall
You cant climb all over me 
The words will hurt 
The stabs will hurt 
But do as you please 
It will not change 
The way i am 
I'm a woman 
With struggles 
And strengths 
Please do not judge me by the stories you hear
Let me be the one 
To show you 
Let me take you into my life 
Do not be afraid of me 
I am not afraid of you 
So do not as i beg 
Walk away from me 
Stand by me 
Hold me up 
Cause i sometimes need it 
I came  on the Earth with issues 
And i will die with the the same ones 
But I too have a life to life to live 
Defected is not a word i use 
Neither is the word disease 
What i have is NOT a disease 
I will not kill you 
It will not kill you 
You can not catch it 
Its my blessing 
So do not be afraid of something God gave you 
It makes you who you are 
Do not be ashamed 
I am not 
So you should not be 

© 2013 Lover Of Words


Author's Note

Lover Of Words
This is the first thing i have written about my birth defect... I was born with a mild form Of Cerebral Palsy. It is it not something i wanted to have it was something i was given by God.. I too live the life of all of you just a little different... People with disabilies deserve a fair chance... I am speaking of my disabliltiy not because i am ashamed of it its because i want all of you to know so It is not something i talk daily about it but it is my life so i am nothing but proud of it

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I'm glad I know you. The poem told a story of a strong young woman with no fear and confident. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


this was awesome i love it i can totally relate i have CP as well:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lover Of Words

11 Years Ago

Well then you surely see where i am coming from. thanks for stopping by :)
i love this, i love how you embraced yourself and not be so shy about it, i hate when people are so critical and rude to anybody. i just wish i was as strong as you are.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lover Of Words

11 Years Ago

I thank yo i apprecate it
Lexi

11 Years Ago

your welcome
and that you should be and that is why you will never give up and that makes you who are

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lover Of Words

11 Years Ago

Yes Thank you
you have opened your heart here and it shows how strong you are, it also helps to demonstrate how narrow minded a lot of misunderstanding people can be to anyone who might appear a little different from the norm...Bravo, I say..Well bloody done

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lover Of Words

11 Years Ago

Thank you
No shame. Just a careful, clearly written howl from your heart. I admire your strength and especially your writing. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lover Of Words

11 Years Ago

Thank you!!! I appreciate your kind words
disability....it means what it says.....i am there. can't work, hate it and it limits too much....feel you

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lover Of Words

11 Years Ago

Thank you Quinn.. thanks for reading
My mother had Kyphoscoliosis (Severe curvature of the spine) She wasn't suppose to live past 20 years old she made it to 53. She wasn't supposed to be able to have kids she had three. She rode a bike, she went to collage, she went bowling, she fought with my dad tooth and claw. All of it with a severely distorted, twisted torso and one leg nearly a foot shorter than the other. When I was in boot camp on Parris island when the going got tough my I would think about how tenacious my mom had to be just to survive and raise us three kids. No matter how tough it got, no matter how much the DI'S screamed, no matter how much the no seeums chewed on me I thought about my mom and survived another grueling 16 hour day of training. She passed away a few years ago and it was tough but to me her life was a celebration of sheer guts and will just to live a normal life. I loved this poem. Thank you so much for posting it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lover Of Words

11 Years Ago

Thanks for sharing your story with me Baby i appreciate it thanks for reading this
Wonderful openess dear :)
Thank you for sharing your disability with such force and strength.
I love it :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


The Nude Writer

11 Years Ago

I know, and that's great :(
The Nude Writer

11 Years Ago

Oops :)
Lover Of Words

11 Years Ago

LOL silly
Everyone has something in their life that they are born with or struggle with, but God accepts us no matter who we are or what we do. I am glad you have accepted your disability and do not loathe in self pity. You wrote this well Kelsey!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lover Of Words

11 Years Ago

Thank you!

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Added on March 28, 2013
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Hi My name is Kelsey, I have a mild form of Cerbral Palsey and i did not choose to be given this but i live with it proudly I love sports sense i cant play them i like to watch them.. I do not judge .. more..

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