False Allies
A reflection on the treatment of the disabled community in America
The people who say they are my allies
Stole my voice
They buried it in the sand
Watched it drift away with the rising tide
Said they’d speak for me while offering a hand
While I died inside, because I wanted to take a stand
//
They paint their faces green
Awareness signs in hand
Take pictures for their newsfeed, making sure others understand
Forge a new identity based on us as charity
Smile at me and then speak for me
Because they know what’s best
I can’t ever know what’s best
//
They praise the man on their tv screen
He mocks people like me, but they say they haven’t seen
Replace their face paint with red hats for the weekend
Talk about him like he’s an old friend
I speak up about the hurt and the smiles turn to anger
Blocked, forgotten, left behind, I became a stranger
About the Creator
vibrant ghost
I’m a teacher who is just trying to figure out how to make sense of the world around me.
I usually write about social issues with a focus on disability and social justice.
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