I have Cerebral Palsy, it effect my arms, my leg and I can’t talk. I use a Dynavox to communicate. I have to deal with depression. . I grow up in Waukegan. I attended a normal public school. When I was younger I played Special Olympics softball. In third grade I got my first communicate device. The device was big and it weighs 5 pounds. I live in my own apartment with a personal aide. I played for Paralympic Boccia. I work at The Arts of Life as a their archive and an artist. I write poetry. I am a published author. I wrote a books called Chicago’s seasons and Being in Harmony with Nature .

Saturday, February 23, 2019

A PoemTitle Sick of Winter


Sick of Winter

When I see  snow felling almost everyday.

When snow almost high as my windows.

I am sick of winter.

When the city dump snow in a big field to make room get ready for more of snow.

Quarter of the mall parking use for snow bank.

I am sick of winter.

The temperature well below 0 for four days.

Schools and places were close.

I am sick of winter.

Only people love these winters are the  snow plow guys.


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