What do you see, when you look at me?
Do you see a man with a different way of thinking for getting form A to B,
Or a different way of physically getting from here to there,
Do you see the labels, disabled, crippled, broken, second class, scrounger,
I don’t want to be like this, I don’t want you to think like that,
Being different like I am is not a way of living we choose,
Being different is about choosing how we live because we are this way,
If I need help, I have learned to ask, if I don’t I have learned to say No,
And we must be polite when we do so,
We need acceptance for who we are, to be respected, to be equals,
We need love when we feel down, understanding when frustrated,
Friendship when lonely, and need help when we can’t manage,
We have the same likes such as, sport or reading or going to the beach,
And the same dislikes, taxes, racism or not being in charge of the TV remote.
We also have likes
The occasional beer and a pizza, a Larger and a nice hot ruby,
(a Ruby = Ruby Murray = Curry)
the chance to go to a concert or see a film at the cinema,
everyone needs there relationships,
Someone to love, to laugh with, to cry with,
And those that get us and see past the differences,
For some our differences are visible, whilst for others, they are not so much,
But it’s okay to ask us about our differences, we don’t bite unless you want us to,
So don’t be a stranger, come and say hi, just try not to stare it’s not very nice,
Don’t pity us, understand us, don’t blame us, get to know us,
Were as human as you, with a little bit extra, or a little bit less,
We laugh, we cry, we live, we die, we also have a wicked, even dark sense of humour,
Please don’t dismiss us, or ignore us, do not pity us, or feel sorry for us,
Listen when we talk, understand what we need and help if we ask, please,
But we must also do our part,
We must listen when you talk, understand when you need, be a friend when you need,
But communication cut’s both ways and both way’s must get better,
We’re really not that different if we only take the chance and let each other in,.
We’re all only human after all.
Practicing my scribblings I hope you like, not sure it could be classed as poetry, I just needed to get it out. (The words that are, not anything else), see Humour.