Disability Pride Month Acrostic Poem and Introduction
I'll be posting frequently this July for Disability Pride Month!
Happy Disability Pride Month!
Throughout the month of July, I’ll be posting frequently here. This acrostic poem is the first of several things I’ve written for Disability Pride Month—personal essays, more poems, all sorts of things.
Since I started celebrating Disability Pride Month in 2020, I’ve wanted to do something like this, but the timing never worked out. I realized at the beginning of June that if there was ever going to be a year for me to spend a few weeks prepping a whole bunch of disability pride writings so I could easily post throughout the month of July…it was this year. I’ve already had such a fun and meaningful time putting together these pieces and I’m so excited to share this month.
It won’t be every day and I promise it won’t be spammy—but also, I’m not gonna be shy about how much I love this month or feel bad for taking up space. I hope every disabled person takes up so much rightful space this month and always.
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All jokes aside, I’m wishing all my disabled folks an amazing July and am excited to make the most of this month with everybody. Thanks in advance…for I don’t know what exactly, but against all odds, I’m feeling grateful and hopeful today.
Much love,
Harper
Text of the poem:
Don’t be fooled by disappearing rainbows. I know it seems like pride is over but Slant those rainbows, mute the colors, Add white, subtract purple, sail it over a sea of Black and there she is—disability pride Incarnate ready for flag poles and the Light of day every day of our month. Identity, culture, history, justice, community— It’s our time to celebrate and take our place in the Year of celebrations, mapped out month by month. Parades and t-shirts and articles and acts of Revolution—the whole thing is revolution If I’ve ever seen one. And I have. I’ve been Drench in revolution by my spiritual disabled family: Ever connecting, everlasting, ever beautiful. Making art, making waves—protecting Our intersectional collective wave of liberation—there’s No one I’d rather live this powerfully human life with. Together, this month and always, let’s be loud However we damn please.