I hate the word "retarded;"
It’s uttered with contempt
By those who wrongly think
From lack of brains they are exempt.
It’s uttered with contempt
By those who wrongly think
From lack of brains they are exempt.
It’s never spoken
kindly
Either as a joke or curse
Or merely a descriptive,
Which to me is even worse.
Either as a joke or curse
Or merely a descriptive,
Which to me is even worse.
The same applies to
“retard.”
By making it a noun,
It’s venomously aimed and used
To put somebody down.
By making it a noun,
It’s venomously aimed and used
To put somebody down.
We can’t help what
we’re born with,
Be it size or hair or brain;
But we control the language
That can cause somebody pain.
Be it size or hair or brain;
But we control the language
That can cause somebody pain.
When I hear that word
bandied,
All my blood starts boiling, but
I realize it’s a losing cause
And keep my big mouth shut.
All my blood starts boiling, but
I realize it’s a losing cause
And keep my big mouth shut.
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