“What is Normal?” Poem

What is normal?

Is there an exact definition?

What does it look like?

Is it defined as:

Someone who looks like you?

But how can that be,

When everyone is designed differently?

                Does it have a common religion?

Or language speak?

Once again, how is that a possibility?

When each person varies,

In faith and speech?

                I know!

Maybe, perhaps, it is someone who behaves as you?

Once again, this cannot be,

The way they present themselves,

And act publicly,

Could be to show off,

Or due to some disability.

                So, I ask this question repeatedly,

What is normal?

To me,

The word does not exist,

Except by segregationists

                Do you wish to segregate?

And insinuate hate?

No? Then hear my plea,

Let’s erase this word,

From every persons’ mouth,

Erase it from the world’s vocabulary.

What is normal?

Dreams can change the world Poem

Notebook opened, 

pen in hand, 

paper blank, 

thoughts unplanned. 

Mind, 

a jumbled mess, 

so much to say, 

no idea where to begin!

Mind racing, 

head starting to spin!

Thoughts and ideas, 

bouncing around, 

pinballs in my brain. 

A jumbled mess, hurting my head

I sit there,

staring at the blank slate,

Waiting and waiting, 

for the thoughts and ideas, 

to join together, 

to fit, 

like a solved puzzle. 

Looking back at the notebook, 

*gasp* there are words!

The message finally written,

but will it be heard? 

Fight the fear!

Don’t hold back!

Speak your Mind!

I tell myself,

Let your message be heard,

lead the blind.

The message heard, now,

let it change the world. 

My Biggest Fear poem

What is my biggest fear? 

One simple word, 

pplease don’t snear, 

or laugh, 

but, “future” is my biggest fear. 

you may laugh, 

or question “why,” 

but to understand, 

you’d have to walk,

with me, down a twisting, rocky unpaved road.

This “road”, my life, 

is surrounded by a moat of uncertanty. 

A life, 

with a physical deformity, 

leaving the affected, 

to often wonder,

or worry, 

what will the future,

of my life hold for me?

A job? 

who would hire,

despite my medical needs, 

and the expenses of an aid or someone to help me.

Will I marry? 

Or have Children? 

If I do, will my children, too,

have a disability? fear of my future,

my biggest enemy.  

A writer’s mind Poem

It starts with just one sentence, 

just a few words,

on a piece of paper, 

to jump start that engine; 

your imagination, 

the machine of your creativity. 

One sentence, 

soon become, 

something of a masterpiece, 

and Awe. 

A story, a poem, or more, 

a script for a tv show, or 

maybe even a film! 

A pen to paper, 

words on the page, 

once you start, 

it’s beautiful, 

like a baby bird, 

taking its first flight!

For the whole world to bear witness, 

to the inspiring beauty, 

of the imagination Station; 

The creative genius, 

the writer’s mind. 

When you constantly ache Poem

Bomp! Bomp! Bomp! 

Alarm clock blaring its cruel tune. 

Time to wake up, 

you ache all over, 

but still have to face the day’s gloom. 

Yawn and stretch, 

rub sleep from your eyes, 

have to get up, 

greet the day, and

seize your “prize”. 

Another Ache this morning, 

story of your life, 

whether it be back, neck, or head, 

its all the same; 

Pop a pain killer or two or three, 

sometimes you think about Overdosing, 

and ending your misery. 

You decide against it, 

not wanting to hurt, 

those you love dearly, 

by taking your life, 

and making them all teary. 

All you want is the pain to disappear, 

meet its eternal doom, 

and never return. 

When you ache every day, 

life gets hard,

to be happy and thankful, 

sometimes it makes you even turn away from the Lord. 

Don’t forget, 

you are special. 

yes, it’s hard, 

but you are a fighter, 

and so very strong; 

you will be the champion, 

that God had envisioned for you, 

all along. 

“who is Jamie” Poem 2

All my life,

I’ve sat on sidelines,

sitting and watching,

letting life pass by.

“you can’t do this,”

“oh, be careful!”

“don’t hurt yourself!”

I always let people,

who I thought,

were only protecting me,

and knew better than I,

decide what was right,

and what was wrong.

So now,

as an adult,

I have no true standing,

not sure if things are,

good, safe, or Okay,

scared of messing up,

and looking like a fool.

Once again,

still on the sidelines,

letting everyone else, including my fears,

live and control my life.

How can it be?

Me, an adult? when so many didn’t let me,

didn’t give me space,

to learn and breathe,

make mistakes,

to figure out

Who is Jamie?

“Who is Jamie?” Poem

All my life, I would like to say,

I was a “normal” child

Could run and do all the activities like the others,

In p.e.

But that would be a lie.

Sure, I went to P.E., with my fellow peers,

But that was only two days a week.

                Rest of the time, I was segregated,

To a “special” Adapted P.E.

                Don’t get me wrong, I loved the adapted P.E.,

But when you already know you are different than your friends,

You don’t want,

Another sign or “special treatment”,

That proves it.

                You long to be “normal,” but no;

Sit on the sidelines, walk the track…

While the other kids run and tackle,

Coaches and teaches,

 Fearing you bruising and the possibility of parents suing.

“Can’t do this, Can’t do that, oh be careful! Don’t hurt yourself!”

Why are these warnings only given to me?

Why not Jared, Josh, or Malorie?

                Even now, as an adult,

I still let people,

Who I trust, and think know better than I,

Make decisions for my life.

                I lie, and say it’s just for advice,

Because if they knew the truth,

They’d just say something along the lines,

“Stay true to you.”

                How can I do that?

When All my life,

I have had others,

Telling me what to do,

Never letting me,

Test the waters or learn from mistakes,

Okay, there were mistakes I could still learn,

But really, how can it be, me An Adult?

 When I have no strong standing,

Or sense of self.

but, in all honesty,

Who is Jamie?