As A Matter Of Fact Rap

As A Matter Of Fact Rap

Disabled!

Does that word make you think of someone unable?

Society thinks it’s alright to give me that label

Because compared to you I am differently able

So come on, get your cards out, put them on the table

Would you put us down like mad dogs, while still in the cradle.

Think to yourself you are Cain, and that we are Abel

Somehow less than you; just like in that fable

Brother, sister, that makes your whole life miserable

Please stop seeing us as defective, flawed and unstable

D'you know what's true?

I think and feel and hurt and bleed the same as you

'cept  I have to feel for myself, and then feel for you

In case being near me is making you blue.

If you give us a chance, me and my cru

You'd be surprised at the things that we each can do

Giving us the respect that all people are due

Might make this world feel better for you.

Handicapped!

Some people think they have the right to call me that

Because in this different body, and mind, I am trapped

Society gave permission, we can be genetically scrapped

Before we are born, and that is a fact

Are you surprised that we sometimes snapped?

When without our input, our lives and deaths, become mapped

So many skills and talents that will remain unwrapped

'cos people only see the surface and will not adapt.

A mindset that includes us: that would be much more apt

Releasing qualities that are redundant: untapped.

D'you know it's true

You think and feel and hurt and bleed just as I do

How will you feel if they take just one aspect of you

And tell the world, this is your whole: how sad and untrue

Before your life begins, they decide you are thru

Not asking your ambitions, or letting you pursue

Ideas that they think you should not construe

Using drugs: your hopes and your dreams to subdue

Defective!

Some come at me from that perspective

They find it hard to be truly objective

Thinking that they must be over protective

No wonder that I am at times introspective

When what they do from kindness, can feel so invective

They carry on; do their thing; quite irrespective

Of my need to be me, my need to be subjective

If only their requests were at times less directive

And stop pretending decisions they make were collective.

Tell you what's true

I dream, want sex, I laugh and cry, the same as you

Live my life with a smile hoping that I accrue

Enough points with God, so next time, I can do all you do

Don't get excited Brian or they will subdue

With injections and pills that they force you to chew

People like you having children, now that is taboo

Defective gene pools they've decided we must not renew

Impaired!

That's what I am: do I make you scared?

When folks like you: with me are compared

Come on, tell the truth, have you never stared?

And choked on food when sitting close, so unprepared

Challenging the ideas, that you thought, meant you cared

A small voice of conscience, catching you unawares

Your "caring sharing" point of view, so rapidly pared

To a core of discrimination; prejudice undeclared

Subconscious once, now open, soul bared

Do you wonder I spend lots of time in despair?

This much is true

I want to make love; then wake in a field, sparkling with dew

And not be told, like a child: "you will catch flu"

I would love to meet someone; become one of a two

Sit out together at night, watch the moon changing hue,

Cover my arse with an obscene tattoo

Watch the sky in the morning as it turns black to blue:

As a matter of fact, I expect, I'm no different to you.

© Bri 2005/10