Reflection Poem by Atticus Dayne

Reflection



Watching a TV report the other day, this lady had to say:

[about her son] Danny - He has cerebral palsy and epilepsy.Last year, he was having seizures every day.

Speaking of access, A Prairie Village woman named Laura Robeson, a vocal proponent of guaranteed healthcare for persons with disabilities, accompanied Representative Sharice Davids to the State of the Union Address in Washington in January.

Robeson's son Danny was born prematurely, and has been diagnosed with epilepsy, cortical vision impairment and cerebral palsy.

Danny enjoys studying, and one day wants to be president.

Cool cool cool.

Danny, do you wanna do your piano?

She asked him that.

… I feel lucky everyday to be Danny's mom.I wouldn't change a thing about Danny for the world.

I love.
I loved this.
The only people with a disability are the people who choose to demarcate different people as inferior, as disabled.We must recognize this if we are to ever progress. Tell it to Congress.

Let me know
why the opposite of progress
is Congress!

Tuesday, April 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: disability
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