Often, people think of who they are as things such as: fun, flirty, smart, etc. But when you have “disabilities” or “different abilities” that question of how you define yourself is much more difficult. You have to figure out if the disabilities have defined you and if so, by how much, as well as in what ways. Only then can you describe yourself as others would. This poem is my way of trying to figure this problem out.
Who am I?
a disabled person?
a person with problems?
I try so hard
to define me by who
I really am
but time after
time after time
those disabilities
define who I am.
I cannot
escape from
that reality
for without autism, I
have to ask
who I would be?
Autism changes my
eyes, ears,
nose, mouth,
touch and reality.
Bipolar defines me
as someone
unbalanced,
quick tempered,
pessimistically depressive.
Fibromyalgia
twists me into
a pain ridden
person who cannot
do much more
than a person twice
my age.
So who am I?
How can I define me
without using words
related to my disabilities?
Without them,
I would not have grown,
I would not have gone through
all that I have had,
I would not be as strong
nor would I be as weak.
So, please tell me,
do I define me as someone
unlucky to have
so many disabilities?
Or do I define myself
as someone disabled?
Or a mixture of these two?
And if so, how do I do so?
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