The Land of Prejudice

I have been in the Land of Prejudice
Where they consider my sister a freak
And act as though she chose to be handicapped
With her motor skills so weak

Looking into her eyes
You can tell that she hurts
When the other people around her
Treat her like dirt

On her good days
You can't even tell her apart
From any other little kid
Helping to push the cart

Take her to the playground
Let her play at the park
She'll stop only momentarily
To watch a singing lark

Right now she is so young
And little kids don't care
They'll always play with you
As long as you are there

But eventually they'll get older
And then they will exclude her
And she will long for things to be
The way that they once were

She's my little sister
I love her with all my heart
I can see it in her eyes
That this is tearing her apart

To me she's a normal kid
Just like all the rest
And every day she tries so hard
To do her very best

She'll try most anything
She has no fear at all
She'll sit and play for hours
If you give her a big blue ball

If you turn on Blues Clues
She'll sit awhile and stay
But when she tires of her show
She gets up and walks away

When she's sick
I get really depressed
My friends sometimes tell me
I'm way too obsessed

Is it that tough
Or hard to see
That she's a normal kid
Just like you and me

How hard could it be
To go slightly out of your way
And talk to her
Just to tell her about your day

It's really easy
To show her that you care
Smile and say hello
To acknowledge that she's there

When you watch her face
You can see she's very intelligent
Every thought and action
Filled with purposeful intent

Even though she can't speak
She seems to be all there
One of her most favorite toys
Is a large pink teddy bear

Walking down the road
I hear a whisper on the air
That destroys my hope
And fills me with despair

It says that there's no hope
And that I shouldn't even try
But it's so hard to not
It makes me want to cry

I stand rooted to the spot
Dumbfounded with disbelief
As people around us whisper
She should be shot and given relief

All my friends adore her
And support me in my fights
Against all the people
Who try to take her rights

There are so many cruel people
And sometimes to you I could swear
That I'm the only person
Trying to make her odds more fair

Too many people judge her
Without seeing what she's like
Really she's quite sweet
And loves to ride her bike

If our great country
Really is the land of the free
Why does everybody
Try to take my sister from me

Just put her in a home they say
She'll be much happier there
And your life will be easier
With her out of your hair

I actually wrote this in fifth and sixth grade. i just found it in a box in storage.