“Disabled Country” – poem by Neil Marcus
This is just wonderful, it really is. Please, share this with others you know that might be interested 
If there was a country called disabled,
I would be from there.
I 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 8. I tried to leave.
Was encouraged by doctors to leave.
I tried to surgically remove myself 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.
Love it.
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Hi Neil,
Thanks for checking the site out, glad you like it. That poem is so great, words really can’t describe the impact it had.
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Cripple Poetics: A Love Story. A Poetry Collection by Petra Kuppers and Neil
Marcus, with photos by Lisa Steichmann. Homofactus Press.
Press Release and Excerpts at
http://www-personal.umich.edu/~petra/cripple.htm
I loved this poem by Neil Marcus. I live it, not my body, but I live it….
Totally agree — this is really one of my favorite disability poems of all times. Also saw Neals works in “Towards Solomon’s Mountain” a collection of disability related poetry.