A Hidden World
This is one of my few poems that needs a disclaimer, it is a response to an autismdaddy blog that enraged me. I’m sorry if I offend anyone who is good but this is for those others who seek to harm, dehumanize and have two-faces.
this poem in no way reflects my opinions on my life or family, I just feel the need to stick up for those autistic who have tragic lives.
When your forced to a corner enough times in your life,
You have no choice but to think in your own time and space,
Yet you judge too selfish and pragmatic,
As if its okay then to use that to your advantage
Since I’m autistic all my personality traits are laid out on the table,
examined and either trivialized, debated are forced to change,
Let me say one thing to you, you bastard deceivers, you cannot love and hate at the same time, you cannot love an autistic child but hate their autism,
but we are forced to be blown by a strange wind, like a vessel on the most stormy seas,
We are forced to take whatever mood you give us and be happy,
that you haven’t killed us yet,
Count your blessings, you weren’t randomly tazed,
your parents don’t openly hate you because for now your pleasantly strange
When things are never open in your direction, no conversation, no passion directed toward your frame, you take care of yourself, if you can,
You keep every less than judgemental stare as the holy grail and even though its a passerby, in your heart they gain a sacred place
and then you go home to the people who hold your world
and realize, they’ve given up on you long ago
They don’t see a darling child,
They see an alien,
You get tucked in tight with vehement,
walk, talk, sleep, retreat, repeat.