The Proud Autistic

A curse

A contaminate

That's what I have;

That's what I possess

To the world;

To you, Gaea

My mind can clearly construct

Yet my tongue speaks jumble

When I converse with someone

Or when I'm listening to loud noises

I go blank;

I have meltdowns

"Pull up your socks," they will say

"Let's play Cowboys."

And I pull up my socks

Or sit in the corner

And they look at me strange

Or bear little attention to me

I joke at a formal party

Joke at work

The host scolds me

Or the boss fires me

Would this world acknowledge my condition

Would it accept me for who I am

Must I wander in agony around you Gaea

Or tread along the path of Hel

Forget me

And forget you

For you mislead yourself like a June bug;

You walk like a hind-legged boar in the water

You shroud my kind with your cloak

And you spoon-feed me with castor oil

What goddess are you

The Lord knows you

Who presses favorites with your children

Or scorches us who fail in your delight

You bear hatred on us Cyclops;

You view us as freaks

Over the Titans

Or at least the gods

Yet you don't know

(Or do you?)

The power we have

The gifts we possess

We're creative

Unique

Look at our art

View our contributions

Pokémon

Stephen Spielberg

Hans Christian Andersen

Albert Einstein

See your favorites hang out with us

See us happy, accepted, and scholary

Your favorites have as many flaws

As we have gifts

We're mere mortals;

We're mere ants

Crawling on your belly

Or at least in Poseidon's realm

So bear not judgment on us

Bear judgment on yourself

Not future generations

Nor those in heaven

For we have flaws

And just as much gifts

And our kind is unique

We're made for a purpose

So accept us

Don't kill us or make us conform with society

I have autism;

I have Asperger's Syndrome

And I sing out to the world;

I am a proud autistic