P.S.A Complete

I feel like I need to make a public service announcement to the world, and if I don’t, my head will fully explode. This world is lying silently still on this word that I am about to spill. I may walk, I may crawl, or I may not have any limbs at all. Are you completely confused? If you are, don’t because I am about to shout it out to the world. Disability!

I am back yet again with another Public Service Announcement for the world to absorb about disability. You must have been in total shock when I first posted P.S.A because it has reached a hundred and thirty views on the very first day, and only six views on Poetry Garden at the blog spot, giving it a total of a hundred and thirty-six views. I want to tell you that I don’t take this situation lightly because I find this quite a serious condition, and my head will continually hurt until it’s finally addressed. I, however, would give all my gratitude to those who stand up for disabled bodies. For those who still want to stay close-minded, I really want to scream at the top of my lungs. What does it have to take for you to even get the picture? Come walk a day, or two, in my shoes, or even in someone else's. All it takes is a full life experience for some to really grasp, and for others, I want to say, "straight ignorance," because they truly do not want to learn, or they have a lot to learn. So, to fully understand how we live our lives daily, you need to come and see.

If I were to stand with crutches or sit in a wheelchair, do not judge me because of my mobility. That’s just how I am. Now, if I have a communication device and my voice sounds a bit out of the norm to you, do not judge me because that’s how I speak and etc. I really do not need to stress this out any longer. People will continue to keep this word underground if no one ever speaks out about it. Therefore, plenty of other people, like me, with disabilities, are standing up. Now take a look back at the very first P.S.A. and recite it all the way through. Leave out the end. Peace I am out of here.

You will begin to see a connection. This is my first poem with an extension. You may think I am on a ranting spree. If you look at this from a different perspective, you will understand my poetry.

This is where I’ll close and say: Peace, I am Out Of Here!