Shannon Nelson

THE DAY

The day

Even though
It’s been years, some days
It feels like yesterday
Others it feels like a century

That day changed my life
Now I need every basic care done for me
Going from independent to being dependent
The struggle of being disabled can be so overwhelming

That day was not welcomed
I think how I can endure any more?
That inner Person pushing you through each day 
Not letting you give up
Striving to want some kind of quality life 
And acceptance
As each day goes by

it’s a miracle I’m still here
I wish I could void that day
To wake up a vibrant, healthy person 
Like I was the day before

ENEMY

Trump you were warned two months in advance
You like to go rogue and argue with the scientists

You’re a menace of a man putting profit over people
Like Noam Chomsky said “failed states are Incapable of meeting the needs of the people”

Your incompetent administration, with its dangerous policy choices
Is a threat to the lives of its own citizens
With your extravaganza of deregulation
Bailing out the perpetrators that just keep getting richer

When a diplomat speaks they are muted and used as a your scapegoat
“Don’t offend the orange nazi and his klan with their guns in their hands”
Your sadistic assault against the poor and people suffering around the world,
While every year you’re making cuts to the CDC

US intelligence and health officials knew more than enough and
Now we have a pandemic that’s raging
While you sit in the White House worrying about your ratings,
Our health care system, privatized and profit driven, is failing

You increase subsidies for fossil fuel, military, and your famous wall
That’s going to save us all from the “drug dealers and rapists”
Anything that goes wrong you point your finger while gloating, thinking you’re a genius

Trump you’re a con man and an enemy of the people

Corona virus hell

Where did you come from?
Why are you here?
You’re an invisible killer that seems to be invincible
That doesn’t discriminate on age, gender or race
You have taken family members
You’ve taken friends
When will you’ll be satisfied?

When will this hell ever end?
Making people die without a loved one by their side
How cruel and unfair
Have you no remorse ?
How many people will you kill?
How many mass graves will you fill?
How long do you expect us to be apart?
Will this Corona virus nightmare ever end?

Bio

The newest member to OPEN DOORS Reality Poets, Shannon Nelson is 49 years old, and was a dental assistant before the accident that left her paralyzed. She’s been a quadriplegic for 25 years, and identifies as a wheelchair warrior, disability rights advocate, social justice activist and animal lover. Shannon once escaped from a nursing home in Maine and arrived in New York seeking freedom, and lived in South America for a year while escaping homelessness in the United States.