#disability # insecure #strong #frustration #love


poems 1

why does people make 
fun of people with 
disabilities because 
they feel week about themselves
Why does people make
fun of people who have 
disabilities because they
feel week about themselves 
and want too make other 
feel week so they can feel 
better about themselves but 
they feel worse about themselves 
because no one is perfect 
because God created people 
with disabilities to show 
other that you do not have to 
be perfect because the way 
you are is perfect to God 
because everyone get mad 
and sad we all are human ever 
you black or have a disabilities 
you are still a human because u 
get mad and sad like everyone else 
does because because 
God see beautiful in everyone
© Amanda Kay Hill 

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The top shelf in the kitchen cabinet

seems like it is running away from you

Your finger's cannot grasp the end of the cup

Hopeless without a step-stool


Someone hasn't mowed, there grass

seems like it is swallowing you whole

Your leg's cannot even by seen

Hopeless until its trimmed


The beautiful sight someone can see

seems like it is dissapearing before you get to it

Your eye's just do not make it that high

Hopeless unless you grow


Your best friend

seems like the eiffle tower

Your body shrinks even smaller

Hopeless and intimedated


The world, your home, your life

seems to big for you

Your small self cannot hold all it in





Author's Notes/Comments: 

Being short is actually a huge struggle for me. I live with anxiety and cannot deal with being towered over by everything.


She despises the way she looks.

How her nose sticks out

a little to far.

Her hair never seems to fall,

in just the right place.

Her stomach is always bloated,

making her look fat.

Her eyes don’t have a sparkle,

the color’s to dull.

Her thighs stick together,

without ever having a gap.

Her feet look strange,

because she dances to much.

Every part of herself

she judges,

more than anyone ever could.

Because her definition of beauty

is what she’ll never become.

She will spend her life

worried and insecure,

fixing ever physical flaw,

and the fixing some more.

Her mind becomes full

with mocking voices

of all the pretty girls she saw,

and desires to become.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Honestly there is a problem with the way society makes us girls veiw ourselves. How could the world ever weigh so much on ones shoulders.

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This Thing

Why am I like this? 

What is wrong with my brain? 

Why, why why can't I  

just be like everyone else? 

How come  

I had to be the one who has this brain dysfunction? 

This thing 

that gets in the way of my speech 

This thing that hinders my learning 

This thing 

This thing 

that makes me different 


Everyone knew that something was amiss 

as I was walked out of class every week 

to this room filled with board games 


and this woman with white hair would just talk to me 

talk to me about how I was doing 

talk to me about how my day was 

talk to me 

about nothing 


As I got older, 

the talking kept going and the red stamp of DIFFERENT stayed on my head 

The word "Resource class" was all that the other kids need to know that I was different 

they didn’t know what it meant 

they lumped me with the ADHD, Autism, dyslexia 

they looked down their noses and ignored 

ignored the stuttering girl who couldn't get out the answer fast enough 

ignored the stuttering girl when asked to spend time with them 




The psychologists tested 

test and tested trying to figure out the difference 

tested and tested until there was no new information 

there was only 

"she is has some form of a learning disability". 

Questions always spiraling 

wondering what I have  

why I stutter? 

why I can't get my ideas out fast enough? 

why I can't organize my thoughts? 




I just repressed  



hid my difference 

pushed it deep down hoping it will just go away 

hoping that one day I would wake up and I will be 





College I repressed my past 

I told no one about the thing that brought on so much anger and resentment 

the past that made me question myself 

question my intelligence 

question my worth 



However, this  


has become a strength 

My questioning and innovation 

makes me unique 

My stuttering makes me think before I speak 

My brain 

which has caused so much upset 

makes me who I am 

makes me