Take the ‘Dis’ out of Disable
Through the tapestry of life we see types disability set out at the table
It makes me mad who do they think they are do I really need a label
No matter what outer signs or symptoms I show I am still full of pride
Look into my eyes listen to my voice I am still the same person inside
They say that you should deal with the cards you’ve got in your deck
I had/ to shout ‘twist’ and out came the Parkinson’s card wait just a sec
Who put that card in there? when some cruel twist of fate has let it out
‘I didn’t want that card’, I say but ‘those are the rules’ to me you shout
The way I interpret my new deck of cards will still facilitate any choice
Choosing cards expands my alternatives helping others to hear my voice
The thing that alters is the type of surface on which I play not the team
I still have plans and goals they are my project to illustrate my dream
Just/because I am classed as disabled don’t you position me in a corner
Please don’t treat me the same as the nursery rhyme ‘Little Jack Horner’
All my skills and attributes are there for me to use and are not a fable
Look at me please take the ‘dis’ out of me for what you get is ‘able’
©Phil Golding 02/08
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