This poem was written for a poetry slam that i was going to attend. The poem was designed to explain my viewpoint on having a disability. The poetry slam was canceled for unknown reasons, but I decided the poem was worth publishing.
Not a Template
I am a person, not a thing,
Just like you, but I can’t see;
My eyes don’t work, that’s okay,
For it is who I am meant to be.
In the winter I ski, in the summer I bike,
I have homework, family, and live my life;
My friends help me, and I help them,
We write and sing a similar song.
My ears still work, they hear loud and clear,
My feet still tap to the beats of music;
My life is complete without sight,
I do not wish I could see.
When I introduce myself, I let people see,
That blindness is part of me;
I want to be myself authentically so the world may know,
I am not less because of disability.
Some of us sing loud and clear,
Others sing soft and sad;
We all have a message to tell the world.
I will speak my message so all may know,
It is my job to be me, and not a template.
To be one’s self can be hard at times,
The world wants us to be all the same;
Differences are glorified, then thrown away,
People love containers that brand us all the same.
containment is worsened by disability,
Stereotypes help the containers take their shape;
Breaking out of preconceived notions is hard work,
Sadly stereotypes seal the container of disability.
If I were a template of humanity,
I would be a boring one indeed;
For our differences are what makes positive change come to be.
Let me be myself,
And show the world who I am;
No containers shall seal me in,
For I will break out of them until the very end.
not a template of humanity,
Nor a template of disability;
I’m myself, uniquely so,
I’m myself, nothing more.