Interesting things happen. While I was confined to a wheel chair I found that people didn't look down very often.
When people are assisted by someone it's as if they are no longer are real people. People assume that the carer can speak on their behalf.
I myself have done the same thing in the past, before my problems visited me. I feel very embarrassed when I admit it, but I truly believe that it is quite common.
Its as if they don't look normal, so they can't be normal.
The trap is there and we often fall into it, because we don't know.
This poem is dedicated to all those who have problems that we don't seem to see.
When people are assisted by someone it's as if they are no longer are real people. People assume that the carer can speak on their behalf.
I myself have done the same thing in the past, before my problems visited me. I feel very embarrassed when I admit it, but I truly believe that it is quite common.
Its as if they don't look normal, so they can't be normal.
The trap is there and we often fall into it, because we don't know.
This poem is dedicated to all those who have problems that we don't seem to see.
WHEN I WAS TALL
(SHORT SIGHTED)
When I was tall the world wasn’t small at all
People looked me in the eye and that’s all
Then it happened, I suddenly was rather short
Had to learn how to live without being tall, that’s all
My leg it just wouldn’t do what it used to do
Now I have wheels to move around and that’s Ok
Now there is a tiny problem that’s got to me, hey
People can’t see me when I’m being pushed
Though everyone can when I’m all alone
With my helper close at hand
They only see the eyes above and don't look down
My eyes are lower but never mind. the helper can talk don’t look down
I can talk too if I’m on my own and I am me, when they can see
Please remember when looking around, people are down there closer to the ground
These people are looking, yes looking up there right at you
© 2009
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