Marilyn Brandt Smith
There's such a big fuss about how we are labeled;
Are we perhaps handicapped, or simply disabled?
Maybe we're challenged or merely impaired?
Exceptional? Special needs? All options compared.
There's a quiet consensus 'bout our catch-twenty-two,
Be gentle, be tactful so we won't be blue,
Nor will our families, coworkers, and friends;
Isn't kindness the way that acceptance begins?
"Blind" is too scary, "Deaf" sounds so cold;
"Prosthesis?" "Neuro-Anything?" Who'd dare be so bold?
Yet when funding is needed which often is true,
The pictures and stories let pity sneak through.
We're just private people getting on with our lives;
Trying to stay focused as society tries
To help us, avoid us, understand us; but gee!
When they plan a fundraiser please don't let them find me.