A poem witten about how autistics and neurotypicals need each other. |
One looks at me, Watches me, And I sit alone in a corner Or gaze away from the eye He goes to a large crowd, Attends an elegant party, And he notices me, His face twisting like an ugli fruit I clasp my ears, Maybe scream He laughs, wondering, Or sympathizes me, saying, “Poor boy. I hope he’s okay. Did he learn any social skills? My boy would never do that.” And he struts away Thinking he’s lucky, Or he goes to his friends To talk about the day But he observed my outside, My symptoms, For if he dived into my heart Or have gotten to know me, My world, My mind Would shower blessings upon him, Even inspire him View my autism View my Asperger’s Syndrome As a gift form God Not one with natural selection Watch me imagine Watch me craft An ancient land Filled with humanoid creatures with squirrel ears and tails Observe as I solve Tangrams or a Lonpos problem My fruit blossoms My wisdom enlightens And mankind shall pick To share with every culture, Not just my own My world blossoms, Intrigues Never forgotten And surly never dead A creation of God His masterpiece Meant to be blessed For everything he makes is good Don’t shun it For my world is beautiful Though strange, Even eccentric to you And an autistic world sprouts balloon-bell flowers Whereas yours, roses But my flower radiates As bright as your flowers Though different But when mingled together, Yours and mines, Our world completes God’s test, Bears Aphrodite’s beauty, Achieving peace And inspiring others We need each other Our imagination Our smarts And God wouldn’t have it any other way, For we’re Iris and Colonel Designed to be one, Not Mega Man and Bass Blasting each other with our busters. Join my World of Autism And be enlightened by its ingenuity We’ll connect To be the perfect Reploid Never to be destroyed And never to turn maverick |