Dangerous
They were a danger to the world
Baby was a danger to the world
Not him his “kind”
Not because they wanted to be
Society made them to be
That they were imperfect
Which meant they were flawed
And in their case dangerous
If you were different you were flawed, that meant you were imperfect ,dangerous
Baby was a danger
Having any disabilities prevents you from doing a lot
I feed you I bathe you
I put you to bed the nights mama couldn’t
Because she was working night and day to pay the bills
when your daddy left you
Mama was in two comas, died, but is still here today
Revived by the doctor I pray for every night
Baby was in the same bed too because he is a danger, imperfect
Couldn’t see his mama for almost four months
because it would make her worse, him worse too
Mamas better now but baby isn’t
He has to live like this his whole life
But society doesn't make it any easier on them,
People like him
Always a danger
Was a danger yesterday
Was a danger last year
Was a danger from the moment he came out of the womb
Still always a danger
To society, only society that is
Baby is flawed
Not because he wanted to be
Society made people like him dangerous feel imperfect flawed
So much that they feel like they have to hide
Cause they don’t want to be judged
Scared that if they do something
people will point laugh and talk about them on days end
To the point where they go into hiding in plain sight by the medication
They are given to hide their flaws, imperfections
To fit in just like society wants them to
But they're not dangerous or flawed or imperfect
God has a plan and what they are is all part of it
Cause baby isn't dangerous He’s only 9
Living with Autism and asthma that makes him see the world different
He can’t control everything he does
And society punishes him for that
But does he know that I when I say I love you I mean it?
And not just words coming out of my mouth?
Does he mean it too when he says it back
real quick as if he’s just passing by like he’s on his way to the finish line in a race
Is baby really as dangerous flawed or imperfect as society says he is
Or is society the dangerous one, flawed one imperfect?
Or is it both?
Because last time I checked in every religion
Is that god made all of us the way he wanted us to be
So why do we change ourselves and other people to a standard the European man created.
So is it the differences that make people beautiful flawed or is it society?
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