Who Am I?
You're not completely autism, so who are you?
Who am I? I try to figure out myself.
Different, outcast, abnormal.
Something was different about me, but what?
Autism, aspergers.
The treasure chest of my possession awareness
Wasn't unlocked by my mother
Until I was 11.
I know some people might have minds like me,
But I feel like Eeyore with Tigger's known thoughts:
"I'm the only one."
At times, I'm a zebra in a group of Dalmations.
I find several paths of understanding
When several songs enter my ears.
Autism awareness is the key that unlocks the door
To a world I never imagined.
As my eyes opened to a new world,
I realize there are certain people
Who either want to exile autism from their minds,
Or people who drag autistics and aspies
To the center of insulting jokes.
I question the media's motivation
To give birth to stereotypes,
With unawareness of giving birth to depression.
I hear insults and I think to myself,
"What the Hans Asperger is the problem?"
I'm part of a group that embraces autism.
Although the rope connecting autism and aspergers
Will be cut into two,
My heart's still the form of a puzzle piece.
I may talk to myself, stay alone, or play with water.
So what?
I just embrace what makes me me.
Open the window blinds wider
And the true world is realized.
Who am I? I am me.
About the Creator
Monique Star
I'm not the most sophisticated adult out there. I'm also not the best at communicating all the time, but I do try my best to get my thoughts out there into the world verbally or nonverbally.
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