#Disabled Country – I love this poem!!!

If there was a country called disabled,
I would be from there. I’d live disabled
culture, eat disabled food, make disabled
love, cry disabled tears, climb disabled
mountains and tell disabled stories.

If there was a country called disabled
I would say she has immigrants that come
to her from as far back as time remembers

If there was a country called disabled, then
I am one of its citizens. I came there at
age eight. I tried to leave, was encouraged
by doctors to leave.
I tried to surgically remove my-
self from disabled country but
found myself, in the end, staying
and living there.

If there was a country called disabled,
I would always have to remind myself that
I came from there. I often want to forget.
I would have to remember…to remember

In my life’s’ journey I am
making myself at home
in my country.

Neil Marcus

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