Brain Damaged Not Brain Dead
Author: Barbara Goodhew
Nothing bothers me more than when people don't think I know what's going on.
They treat me like a moron.
I walk and talk slower, that doesn't mean I can't think.
I know when things don't add up.
My memory isn't that good.
But my eyes see what they should.
I keep telling people I'm Brain damaged but not brain dead.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Luc (220.127.116.11) -- Thursday, October 17 2002, 09:34 pm|
so true...bothers me the same. so im slow big deal. i hate it when people treat me or anyone else for that matter like something diffrent.
|barb (18.104.22.168) -- Thursday, October 17 2002, 10:26 pm|
Luc I'm glad you liked this and that you understand slow doesn't mean stupid.
|Capricorn (22.214.171.124) -- Tuesday, October 29 2002, 10:46 am|
I apppreciate how you feel.My eldest son is autistic- I think of him as normal.He has feeiings like everyone else.Just because he can't do as much as some,doesn't mean he should be treated as if he's stupid.
Who is normal anyway?We all have our handicap (even if its only an ingrowing toenail)lol.
Anyway I bet those people who treat you like a moron can't write poetry like you!! You've got a gift!!
|barb (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, October 29 2002, 09:58 pm|
awe thanks cap. I get frustrated when Ii go to speak peoples attitude towards me change. Your son probably gets frustrated too.
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