DIYabled Word Conspirers

P.S.A Complete Poem (By Author Katrina Smith)

I feel like I need to make a public service announcement to the world, and if I don’t, my head will fully explode. This world is lying silently still on this word that I am about to spill. I may walk, I may crawl, or I may not have any limbs at all. Are you completely confused? If you are, don’t because I am about to shout it out to the world. Disability!

I am back yet again with another Public Service Announcement for the world to absorb about disability. You must have been in total shock when I first posted P.S.A because it has reached a hundred and thirty views on the very first day, and only six views on Poetry Garden at the blog spot, giving it a total of a hundred and thirty-six views. I want to tell you that I don’t take this situation lightly because I find this quite a serious condition, and my head will continually hurt until it’s finally addressed. I, however, would give all my gratitude to those who stand up for disabled bodies. For those who still want to stay close-minded, I really want to scream at the top of my lungs. What does it have to take for you to even get the picture? Come walk a day, or two, in my shoes, or even in someone else’s. All it takes is a full life experience for some to really grasp, and for others, I want to say, “straight ignorance,” because they truly do not want to learn, or they have a lot to learn. So, to fully understand how we live our lives daily, you need to come and see.

If I were to stand with crutches or sit in a wheelchair, do not judge me because of my mobility. That’s just how I am. Now, if I have a communication device and my voice sounds a bit out of the norm to you, do not judge me because that’s how I speak and etc. I really do not need to stress this out any longer. People will continue to keep this word underground if no one ever speaks out about it. Therefore, plenty of other people, like me, with disabilities, are standing up. Now take a look back at the very first P.S.A. and recite it all the way through. Leave out the end. Peace I am out of here.

You will begin to see a connection. This is my first poem with an extension. You may think I am on a ranting spree. If you look at this from a different perspective, you will understand my poetry.

This is where I’ll close and say: Peace, I am Out Of Here!

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How Writing Helps Me Stomp on Cerebral Palsy (By Tylia Flores)
tap tap tap* Those are all the sounds I hear that help me escape from my lack of mobility on the left side of my body due to a little annoying tenant I have living in my brain called “Spastic Cerebral Palsy”. For the past 24 years, Cerebral Palsy has made my life an adventure if you ask me from being a tiny 2 lbs. 3 oz. newborn fighting for her life in the ICU as doctors doubted that I would make it past 24 hours to learning how to write my ABC’s on an old fashioned typewriter for occupational therapy for an hour each day as I would whine and cry As my little swan finger would touch the big giant keyboard and my fingers would become sore, I would often wonder what my purpose in life was and why I was made to be different. Little did I know that someday the keyboard would lead me to telling my story with Cerebral Palsy and how I stomp on the obstacles that come my way each and every day whether it’s dealing with society and what their awareness is about C.P. Or whether it’s forgetting to put my brakes on my wheelchair when getting out the car and your wheelchair decides to go with the wind, and you find yourself running down the hill in your caregivers’ arms. Truth be told; Life’s an adventure in itself you get taught many lessons along the way, you meet many antagonists and many protagonists that make your life great. The main thing I have learned throughout my life with cerebral palsy is that no obstacle is too big or too small for me to stomp on. So no matter what the obstacles are in your life you have to keep going in order to follow your dreams in your passion. We all have reached a point in our lives that we have to do certain things that we don’t want to do in order for us to reach the finish line but we have to take it one day at a time and be the tortoise of our lives because if we don’t then we will never be successful at the things we do and show our abilities and stomping on the stigmas that we face every day in a society as people with Cerebral Palsy And that’s what writing has done for me it has given me an outlet to cope with society in the stigmas all around and to think it all started form an obstacle of me not wanting to learn my ABC’S led me to finding my passion and finding my own way to advocate and be the voice for those who can’t.
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