My mother brought this poem home from work years ago. It was written by a disabled person expressing how what we do and say impacts on them. This really impacted on me many years ago that we make people feel they are unheard, not complete and second rate. How judgemental! Who are we to make another person, any human being feel this way. I couldn’t resist sharing this poem as it still has a strong message for today…Labelled Disabled I live in a body labelled: ‘handicapped’ Stunted legs and arms askew I live in a body I wouldn’t have chosen But then few of us do. People say I’m brave As though bravery were a choice I learned early not to scream For mine is an unheard voice The world is competitive And I’m ill-equipped to compete But I’m no less a person Because I’m not complete I live in a body labelled: ‘second rate’ But I feel second to none When society knows the difference Then my battle is won. Anon.