The sky's color, no longer in existence
The world no longer seen as a puzzle
Autism faced prehistoric reptile fate
Because of those so too scared to even think.
We spread awareness and acceptance
Our marks fade away.
We were people before,
Nothing was wrong before.
So why can't our blue minds just stay?
Sure, we seemed strange,
Sure, we're awkward,
Sure, we stay on self-interests all day.
The difference is puzzles are lifeless
'Cause their souls were all chased away.
There might be rare happy faces
Yet those with optimism might see
What of Einstein, what of Grandin,
But most of all, what of 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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