Disorder

January 6, 2011
By Flabbergasted BRONZE, West Chicago, Illinois
Flabbergasted BRONZE, West Chicago, Illinois
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What is wrong with me?
What’s wrong with you?
Is there anything even wrong with anyone?

Everyone knows that kid
You know.. that one kid
The really weird kid

People say he has a disorder
Disorder
What the heck is that?
Is it a defect?
Is that what it is?

Wait who said that’s what it was
Because now that I think about it
This defect this disorder
is a measure of
How far they’ve come and how far they’ll go

It’s not the rock in hop scotch
Telling you how far you can go
It’s the chalk in your hand
For you to use as you please
Drawing your future
Sketching your destinations.

People put it down
Making these things seem
Terrible
Detrimental
Destructive to the mind
And unfathomable.

But that last one…
That’s just what it is
THAT’S WHERE THEY’RE RIGHT

Fathom
Two yards
Six feet
72 inches
The height of an average man

That’s how close the truth is
But even with a short distance between them and understanding
They cannot distinguish the positives of these “DISORDERS”
Then they cannot fathom the reality of the fact that these
Defects we stamp on people with an iron fist
Are the chalk to their hop scotch.

The author's comments:
What inspired me to write this poem was some of my friends with disabilities. I see people ridicule people with disorders and i think its not fair that they are trying to hold them back with discomforting words.

What i hope people get from this piece is that words that people use every day that are considered offensive, should fuel these peoples drive to pursue their dreams. I also want people to realize that you can do anything you want to, no matter what "disorder" is hold you back.

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Bethani GOLD said...
on Apr. 29 2011 at 8:35 pm
Bethani GOLD, Highlands Ranch, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
Life is perfect until you sit back and realize how boring it is without risks.

Thank you for writig this! This means a lot to me. You have explained everything so well. I have a learning disorder called CAPD, or Central Auditory Processing Disorder. This measures eactly how I feel and what I cope with. One thing you have forgotten to mention is that family members including siblings can ridicule and tease their siblings or not understand along with parents. 


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