Who Is Disabled? Poem by Clive Blake

Who is disabled?
Is it me, or is it you?
Should disability be based
On an anatomical stock-take,
Or based on what you can do?

For I can climb mountains,
I can soar through the sky,
And I can slay dragons,
With just a blink of an eye,
I can overcome barriers,
Fight against impossible odds,
Ignore patronising glances
And condescending nods.

So who is disabled?
Is it me, or is it you?
It is completely subjective,
It's just your point of view …