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2 July 2010

DAO presents a few poems from Listen To The Silence - a collection of poems about life with a physical disability by Sarah Ismail.

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Sarah says: "I am a physically Disabled writer and blogger living in the UK. On my website, you will find all kinds of fun and useful sections related to disability representation on TV, in books, in movies and in theatre, celebrate progress in Disability Rights and rant about Disability Wrongs."

"When Im not updating Same Difference, I write the occasional poem, mostly inspired by myself and my amazing Disabled friends."

Listen to the Silence is available online as an ebook, which you can download from Amazon.

To see more of Sarah's writing please go to her website at Same Difference

On The Inside, Looking Out

My mind is on the inside, looking out
I’d love to tell you what I’m thinking about.
But my voice is on the inside, looking out
I can smile but I can’t speak
Even that may take a week!
 
My thoughts are on the inside, looking out
How I wish I could have my shout!
I agree with what you say,
But I can’t tell you so, there’s no way.
 
I’m lost in my thoughts, trapped to be precise
Trapped in my own silent world, and it’s not very nice!
I have thoughts and feelings, and while they may not show
There’s something I want you to know.
 
My voice, my thoughts, the feelings I’d love to tell you about
Are all on the inside, looking out.

I Speak Silence

There is so much I want to say
But I can not, there is no way
I speak silence.
 
I want to tell him to take the bus
I want to tell her to spend more time with us
But I speak silence.
 
I want to tell her not to feel bad
I want to tell him he is the best dad
But I speak silence.
 
I want to ask him to play his drums
I want to tell him to do his sums
But I speak silence.
 
I want to ask her when it ends
I want to tell them they are my friends
But I speak silence.
 
I want to tell her to make it blue
I want to tell him I love him true
But I speak silence.
 
I want to tell him it is just a waste of time
I want to tell her to fix this crime
But I speak silence.
 
I want to play the game
I want to know her name
But I speak silence.
 
I want to know how winning feels
How I would love to move without these wheels
But I speak silence... no one understands.
 
There is so much I have to say
But I can not, there is no way
I speak silence.
 
 

Acrostic Poem - Inclusion

I have every right to be here in this school
Not according to the mainstream, though, they just don't think I'm
Cool. I wish I could set them straight somehow and let them see
Let them see just how much knowledge is trapped inside of me.
Until they can see that, none of us have a chance
So please, can't you show them, tell them to give us all a second glance?
I have no one else to ask but you
Only you can make my dream come true, so please go out and say
No to special education, today and every day!  
 
 
 

Normal

Normal, to me, is a strange place to be
A place I have no wish to see
 
Normal, to you, is the place where it’s true
That girls wear pink and boys wear blue
 
Normal, to him, is taking a bus
To pay a visit to Toys ‘R’ Us
 
Normal, to them, is the sight of this ink
Washing dishes in the kitchen sink
 
Normal, to them, is the sound of a song
Normal, to them, is singing along
 
Normal, to her, is the taste of cooked food
Normal, to her, is very, very good
 
Normal, to him, is playing a drum
Normal, to him, is hugging his mum
 
Normal, to him, is having a dad
Normal, to him, is very, very bad
 
Normal, to her, is loving a girl
Normal, to her, is taking a whirl
 
Normal, to him, is loving a boy
Normal, to him, is playing with a toy
 
Normal, to some, is a beautiful face
Normal, to some, is a silent place
 
Normal, to some, is life in a chair
Normal, to some, is “Who’s going to care?”
 
After reading this poem, I hope you know
Why normal is a place where I have no wish to go!

She Is

To you
She is
A mouth to feed
A form to fill
A file to read
The one sitting still
In a filled bed, or a chair on wheels.
You would never believe that she longs to wear high heels…
 
She is your statistic
Your percentage
Your number
Your target
Your aim
Your nine o’clock
You are just objective…
To you… she is just an object.
 
To us
She is
The daughter of who we dreamed
The baby girl who screamed
The much loved sister
Whose only fault is that
She can’t play Had! Or Twister
The treasured friend
Whose love will never end.
The much loved wife
Who promised love for life.
The favourite aunt
Who gave the favourite potted plant.
The mother like no other
Who loved one son and then his brother.
 
She is a member of our family
A part of our lives
We know her feelings, her hopes and her dreams.
We know her favourite colour, song and football teams.
To us… she is… a person.

I Know A Person In A Wheelchair Who…

I know a person in a wheelchair who has a lovely smile
I know a person in a wheelchair who longs to run a mile
I know a person in a wheelchair who’s a Paralympic star
I know a person in a wheelchair who’s as clever as you are.
 
I know a person in a wheelchair whose favourite colour’s red
I know a person in a wheelchair who has trouble going to bed
I know a person in a wheelchair who watches Home and Away
I know a person in a wheelchair who laughs every single day.
 
I know a person in a wheelchair who loves going to school
I know a person in a wheelchair who’s really, really cool
I know a person in a wheelchair who’s a friend so very true
I know a person in a wheelchair who’s an awful lot like you!
 

Acrostic Poem- Disability

Do not even bother to look at me
If what you are going to see
Stops at my eyes or at my ears
And if you’ll only talk to me to fill my eyes with tears.
Be a little sensitive, open up your eyes and see that
Inside wheelchairs there are girls who use their wheels to go for whirls.
Look past the sticks and past the chairs
If pets are really guide dogs, please pat them and say “Who cares?”
Try to see the best in us, please, and if you are able to do this with ease,
You might just change a life that is far from a breeze.

Comments

Joan

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2 September 2015

I can't find the perfect word to use but with the little i have read feels like every drop of water in the ocean in my heart. Even tho i am challenged, i still connect to every picture and scenario you paint in my subconscious. Am stunned at your creativity!!!

Amy Ambrose

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21 May 2015

I want to know protocol for reprinting your poems? I produce a newsletter for families who have children with disabilities and these would me awesome to share!

Sarah Ismail

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18 August 2015

Hi Amy, sorry I have only just seen this comment. You are welcome to reprint any of these poems. Please credit me as the author and include a link to Same Difference. Thanks!

BRYAN LAMONT

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4 May 2017

HI HOW ARE YOU?

MY NAME IS BRYAN LAMONT. I AM A HANDICAPPED MAN. I HAVE CEREBRAL PALSY. I CAN'T WALK AND TALK. I DON'T LET IT ME DOWN TO DOING THINGS. I READ YOUR POEMS, THEY ARE VERY GOOD. I WRITE POEMS, SONGS AND BOOKS. I LOVE WRITING. IT HELPS US TO GET OUR FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS OUT, BETTER.FEW YEARS AGO I WROTE A BOOK ABOUT HANDICAPPED PEOPLE AND MY PERSONAL LIFE, THAT TIME I PUBLISHED THE BOOK, I DONE GOOD WITH THE BOOK. I FEEL MORE PEOPLE AND ESPECIALLY HANDICAPPED PEOPLE SHOULD READ MY BOOK. I AM WRITING YOU, IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA, HOW I CAN REACH MORE PEOPLE WITH MY BOOK. I CAN SEND YOU COPY OF THE BOOK

I LIKE HEAR BACK FROM YOU ABOUT THIS

brylamont@gmail.ca

THANK YOU

HAVE GOOD DAY

Bryan

BRYAN LAMONT

/
4 May 2017

HI HOW ARE YOU?

MY NAME IS BRYAN LAMONT. I AM A HANDICAPPED MAN. I HAVE CEREBRAL PALSY. I CAN'T WALK AND TALK. I DON'T LET IT ME DOWN TO DOING THINGS. I READ YOUR POEMS, THEY ARE VERY GOOD. I WRITE POEMS, SONGS AND BOOKS. I LOVE WRITING. IT HELPS US TO GET OUR FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS OUT, BETTER.FEW YEARS AGO I WROTE A BOOK ABOUT HANDICAPPED PEOPLE AND MY PERSONAL LIFE, THAT TIME I PUBLISHED THE BOOK, I DONE GOOD WITH THE BOOK. I FEEL MORE PEOPLE AND ESPECIALLY HANDICAPPED PEOPLE SHOULD READ MY BOOK. I AM WRITING YOU, IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA, HOW I CAN REACH MORE PEOPLE WITH MY BOOK. I CAN SEND YOU COPY OF THE BOOK

I LIKE HEAR BACK FROM YOU ABOUT THIS

brylamont@gmail.ca

THANK YOU

HAVE GOOD DAY

Bryan

BRYAN LAMONT

/
4 May 2017

HI HOW ARE YOU?

MY NAME IS BRYAN LAMONT. I AM A HANDICAPPED MAN. I HAVE CEREBRAL PALSY. I CAN'T WALK AND TALK. I DON'T LET IT ME DOWN TO DOING THINGS. I READ YOUR POEMS, THEY ARE VERY GOOD. I WRITE POEMS, SONGS AND BOOKS. I LOVE WRITING. IT HELPS US TO GET OUR FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS OUT, BETTER.FEW YEARS AGO I WROTE A BOOK ABOUT HANDICAPPED PEOPLE AND MY PERSONAL LIFE, THAT TIME I PUBLISHED THE BOOK, I DONE GOOD WITH THE BOOK. I FEEL MORE PEOPLE AND ESPECIALLY HANDICAPPED PEOPLE SHOULD READ MY BOOK. I AM WRITING YOU, IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA, HOW I CAN REACH MORE PEOPLE WITH MY BOOK. I CAN SEND YOU COPY OF THE BOOK

I LIKE HEAR BACK FROM YOU ABOUT THIS

brylamont@gmail.ca

THANK YOU

HAVE GOOD DAY

Bryan

BRYAN LAMONT

/
4 May 2017

HI HOW ARE YOU?

MY NAME IS BRYAN LAMONT. I AM A HANDICAPPED MAN. I HAVE CEREBRAL PALSY. I CAN'T WALK AND TALK. I DON'T LET IT ME DOWN TO DOING THINGS. I READ YOUR POEMS, THEY ARE VERY GOOD. I WRITE POEMS, SONGS AND BOOKS. I LOVE WRITING. IT HELPS US TO GET OUR FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS OUT, BETTER.FEW YEARS AGO I WROTE A BOOK ABOUT HANDICAPPED PEOPLE AND MY PERSONAL LIFE, THAT TIME I PUBLISHED THE BOOK, I DONE GOOD WITH THE BOOK. I FEEL MORE PEOPLE AND ESPECIALLY HANDICAPPED PEOPLE SHOULD READ MY BOOK. I AM WRITING YOU, IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA, HOW I CAN REACH MORE PEOPLE WITH MY BOOK. I CAN SEND YOU COPY OF THE BOOK

I LIKE HEAR BACK FROM YOU ABOUT THIS

brylamont@gmail.ca

THANK YOU

HAVE GOOD DAY

Bryan

Lyn Rich

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15 September 2012

Sarah, the only difficulty I have with your poems is deciding which one is the most beautiful and thought provoking. You really are to be congratulated for your special talent. Thank you for sharing them.

Rebecca Stell (aka Lady Crookback)

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24 July 2012

A wonderful series of poems, Sarah. I wish I had known as a teenager writing that there were others writing like this! Well done for putting these experiences into words that can resonate with us all

nadianraza

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9 April 2012

I wish i can meet you, talk to you, your words are opening new worlds for me.i dont want my comments to be accessible fro people. these r for u.

David Holloway

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21 March 2012

I can relate to your words, your language is fresh and beautiful.

Joan

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21 January 2012

very moving

Johanna Fehsenfeld

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11 November 2010

I am german, so the english language is not my natural language, but I understand all the meaning, it's wonderful to have this experience in a foreign language. Wonderful poem.

Hira Mannan

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10 July 2010

Very moving.

Hira Mannan

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10 July 2010

This is the kind of poetry one can relate with. There are so many people who have things to say, but refrain. I am one of them. It brings out their feelings. Great job.

Hira Mannan

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10 July 2010

Its one of the most beautiful and touching poems i've ever read. With words so simple, yet meanings so deep. Lovely.

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