If you could only know me for who I am
Instead of for who I am not,
There would be so much more to see
‘cause there’s so much more that I’ve got.
So long as you see me as handicapped,
Which supposedly means something, I guess,
There is nothing that you or I could ever do
To make me a human success.
Someday you’ll know that tests aren’t built
To let me stand next to you.
By the way you test me, all they can do
Is make me look bad through and through.
And someday soon I’ll get my chance,
When some of you finally adapt.
You’ll be delighted to know that though
I’m disabled, I’m not at all handicapped.
Marc W. Gold
An end to the concept of handicapped Oh, what a beautiful mourning
