I saw this programme last night – it was amazing to watch and really makes you think.
Check out this blog if you like movies and movie reviews – Meaning in Movies
Another poem I found along with the last one which also makes you stop and think about how you treat people….Every time my bum gets warm they expose it to the cold. and when I’m slipping into sleep, they throw me in a mould. Sometimes my head is in the air, sometimes it’s on the floor; and where they put my hands and feet I’m really not quite sure! I love the one who picks me up and whispers in my ear; but all the others seem to think I’m deaf, or just not here. They blot me out with blackness, and stun me with bright white. They stick my hands in soothing slime, then stab them so I fight. When my body shakes and shivers, I giggle till I cry; But I don’t know how it happens, and no one tells me – WHY? by Christina Kirkman Ross.
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.