The World of Autism and Neurotypicality

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