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By Susan L. Rippe (for my son)
Scattered Images. Numbers. Thoughts. Running rampant in his head
Focusing. Control. Thoughts, gathering, spinning, dispersing. Rollercoaster. Deep inside his head.
Different. Special. Disorder. Disabled. The labels that he bears.
Fear. Confusion. Guilt. Pain. Feelings only he can understand.
Doctors. Studies. Medication. Interventions. Society controls him.
He expands his horizons. They stifle him. He gives in. His creative side flourishes. They stifle him. He controls his mind. To fit in.
Lost inside this unit, this being. A personality. Creativity. A genius. They stifle him.
He focuses. His challenge wins. Falling into the norm of society. Society wins. Society loses. Susan is a mother of
three, a returning college student and in the honors program. Her passion
is writing. She writes short stories and poems in hope to one day to be
published. Susan tends to write off and on and about the underdog:
mainly, the challenged individuals of society - death, disabilities, and
family. Though she's an armature writer, Susan is quite proud of the
piece she wrote in dedication to her son. He is a young teen who suffers
from ADHD. He also suffers the consequences of an ignorant society. Susan
feels that through expressing thoughts that others can read and absorb,
the message of diversity and nondiscrimination will get across in a
positive way. She would like for one day to have the world a better place
for those with disabilities. Susan herself, has endured the burden of
societies' lash towards those who are different. She is legally blind.
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