Second guessed once again, ready but you aren’t.
We hide in the bushes of self-doubt and little depression, which no one looks behind.
Our lookout cannot hear but the vibrations of negativity he can see.
Some of them cannot walk but their spirit marches on.
The guide cannot speak but the tips of her fingers are the path to victory.
So I choose to be the translation.
Trudging through quicksand, I walk with a limp.
People call it the Crip side, see this poem is not related gang activity.
It tells that the C in cerebral palsy has nothing to do with my creativity.
That Down syndrome does not mean we are down and out; just you were dumb to think I was.
That autism stands for artistic bending and molding this world in different ways.
Don’t coddle us with – are you Okay’s, and do you need help.
Like that crystal ball on New Year’s Eve let us fall.
Our grins are the lines we are about to cross and thank yous’ forgotten are larger than any 180.
We are warriors!
Stampeding over stereotypes, stares, and ignorant questions.
No matter what religion no weapon formed against us shall prosper.
Because as long as there is tip on this pen; I will write! Fighting not only for them but, me.
I could sit and tell you the cherry blossom has emerald leaves.
But, “No”! This is our reality put under the crucifixion of immortality.
As we end this battle all we ask for is Respect and Humility.
Powerful message……We are warriors!
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We are warriors! …….Jana I love this. Strong Ink and inspiring.
Awesome of the evidences of planting seed in the lives of youth, young adults, and adults! Good root Good fruit!
Thank you so much!
Awesome!!! You shared a story in a beautiful unforgiving. and bold way!!!!!
Awe Thank you!
Just beautiful Jana! Keep standing and keep speaking. I stand with you and our voices are needed.
Thank you so much!!!