I keep every single poem that I have written. I keep each one in a plastic cover to protect them. Poetry is emotions. Just what you said is what I write.

I have just about finished another poem that I have been writing with someone else. It is almost finished. We started a year ago, then he quit e-mailing me back. He finally got in touch with me and we did some more. He has dropped out of e-mail sight again. I am going to finish it on my own now. It is almost finished. He is a fantastic poet, writer and song writer.

What others think of your poems is nice…but write them for YOURSELF. Start keeping a poetry diary to get you in the swing of things. Tap into your emotions. Recount experiences that touched you and made you feel bad, glad, or somewhere in between.

As for my racism poem…heavens Ruth…I wrote it in 5th grade. I can barely remember what happened yesterday!

Welcome back!

Here are some links that may help you, although I don’t know nearly as much on the subject as Ruth.

http://www.disabilitysecrets.com/disability-and-children.html (lawyers)

http://www.ssa.gov/pubs/10026.html#ssi-benefits

http://www.socialsecurity.gov/pubs/10085.html

I hope some of this is of use, Kim.

When I was poor, I was able to get Social Security help from The Social Security Administration for Supplemental Security Income.

I had to fight for it. The first try, they turned me down. The second try they turned me down. The third time, I got it. They hope you will give up.

Even though I am Disabled and cannot work, I am still not eliglible for Social Security Disability. Try for it though, and remember to keep on putting in for it time after time you receive a turn down notice.

Hi Phylis, I know a lot of people with epilepsy who are artists, poets, etc. Some even make their living on writing, copywriting and selling poems. I started to write poetry a few years back. Some of my poetry is not good, some are liked by many. I have not had any inspiration to write for a while.

I think it was because your poem was about racism that made your teacher mad. That is an explosive subject. Still is today, sometimes. I would like to see your poem. Will you write it in here? I know it was great.