Abled
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Abled is a long poem meant for spoken word. I wrote this poem to express my anger and frustrations with the world not designed for people like me and being othered and discriminated for being who I am. Disability includes: mental illnesses, invisible disabilities, needing glasses to see, etc. Disability isn't just a physical condition such as Down syndrome or little people, etc. Many people forget that the disabled community is the only community every person will end up in their lifetime, whether it's now or in the future, it doesn't matter if you weren't born disabled. Invisible disabilities and chronic pain is the most common form of disability.
This poem is to bring awareness to disability and its history that many people are ignorant to. Now, with the current crisis we, the people of the United States of America, are experiencing and witnessing what is happening to the disabled people that no one is talking about. The Trump administration (2025) has begun collecting names and all medical records to make a list of all the disabled people in the USA to take away to their modern concentration camps. Fascism tied with eugenics, target disabled people in a mass genocide. Hitler got his idea of a "pure race" from eugenics. This is what led to the Holocaust in WWII, and it started with the disabled to push the boundaries of how far people will accept genocide. Disabled people don't matter, but it's the disabled that are the one killed first.
People need to be aware that when fascism begins to take hold of a government and they start gathering the disabled, that's when you need to get out and run. Because this means they will come after you. The only way for us to survive and fight fascism is together. Equity is disabled people being acknowledged and supported by everyone, being uniting as one with abled people.
Fight fascism by learning about the history of disabled people. This can help people recognize the signs and take action before it's too late.
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