If there was a country called disabled,
I would be from there. I'd live disabled
culture, eat disabled food, make disabled
love, cry disabled tears, climb disabled
mountains and tell disabled stories.
If there was a country called disabled
I would say she has immigrants that come
to her from as far back as time remembers
If there was a country called disabled,
then
I am one of its citizens.
I came there at
age eight.
I tried to leave, was encouraged
by
doctors to leave.
I tried to
surgically remove my-
self from disabled
country but
found myself, in the end,
staying
and living there.
If there was a country called disabled,
I would always have to remind myself that
I came from there. I often want to forget.
I would have to remember...to remember
In my life's' journey I am
making myself
at home
in my country.
Neil Marcus
In a previous issue of The New Sun, an excerpt
from Neil's play, STORM READING is featured.
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