Disabled Poem by Dan Brown

I show my affection in ways no one else can,
and my heart is bigger than anyone else you know.
My name is Sam, and I have Downs Syndrome,
but am I disabled any more?

I see how you look at me.
Your eyes voice your pity.
I see how you are towards me,
your wariness speaks volumes.
I see how you talk down to me;
how you’re ignorant to how much that hurts me.
Don’t you see?
I am not disabled.
I know I am silent but that isn’t through choice,
my hands are my talking tools, not my tongue.
I wish for many things, as I look at you,
study you, and laugh at you inside.
I wish you knew me, then you’d see
that I am happy.
I wish you didn’t fear me, scared
that you might catch it.
I wish your mind weren’t disabled,
so it could recognize this.
I wish your opinions of me
were wholly disabled.
For then you might see
that I am not.

I show my affection in ways no one else can,
and my heart is bigger than anyone else you know.
My name is Sam, and I have Downs Syndrome,
but am I disabled any more?