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by Joan Serratelli

I was born handicapped
but my pediatrician
insisted that I was to be raised normal

No-one had to tell me
that there was something wrong
I ALWAYS knew it
I had a speech problem,
My gait was off

My Mom had to fight to get me in public school
I was bright
so the teachers "put up with me"

I NEVER wanted pity;
I just wanted to fit in
have a few friends
and fade into the furniture

I remember telling my Dad
who insisted that I was Normal
"If I'm normal; the other kids are
more normal
He just stared at me

Kids are mean
I survived

12/24/2020

Posted on 12/24/2020
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/24/20 at 04:54 PM

I too was a misfit of sorts in my childhood days. As the saying goes, "What don't kill you makes you stronger." Your poem is a worthy reminder of this, fellow survivor.

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