March 31 2009 Update

I have created a MG 2 but I'm not all that thrilled about it. It seems so plain and not creative. I seems to lack the imagery I can usually put into a poem. This was inspired by several of the responses I got from my survey. I am considereing creating some sort of pamphlet to promote like the civil rights of handicapped individuals, but I don't think I have the time to do it for this MG... Here is what I have so far...

The world towers over me.
It controls my life and everything I am able to do.
Where I go and what I can do is all predetermined for me.
I am forced to follow the scarce blue lines that form the only path I can follow.
I feel helpless and insignificant from this lowly position.
This world was not made to include me.
It did not account for the lifestyle I lead.

Society tries to shun me away, afraid to show the world that people like me exist.
Fear is drawn out in the “normal” when they look at me.
My presence is as welcomed as the cry of the banshee.
The wail of her cry shatters the illusion of control people hold so near and dear;
It forces people to face their own mortality.
They hurriedly try and look away as if ignoring my presence spares them a fate like mine.
They cover their eyes, cover their ears, and cover their mouths not wanting to acknowledge the evil that is being done.

I struggle to survive in a world that would rather ignore my existence.
I strive for a normal life, but I do not fit society’s definition of normal.

I am at the mercy of others.

I feel humiliated and inadequate as I blunder through a world not suited for me; a world that views my very essence as a hindrance.

Just out of my reach, dangling over my head, is a light waiting to be turned on.
I stretch to reach the pull-chain, but my fingers can only graze it.
If only I could stand up and reach it.
Perhaps then I could light up the darkness the world lives in and illuminate the desecration caused for people like me; the physically disabled of the world.