Special
You are called so.
You are treated so.
I do what I do to actually make you feel so.
I like helping you tie your shoes
Because it reminds me that it is a privilege to be able to do my own.
I wonder if you even know
You’re different.
In gym class
You look at the football like it’s a cookie
And try to put it in your mouth.
…I do patience.
I also do curiosity.
You respond to fist pumps and not high fives.
Fascinating thing,
The brain.
“Disability”
More like different ability.
I wonder how you can always remember my birthday when I only told you once?
Something special I could not do.
Retarded
Get that word out of the dictionary
Right
Now.
I do love
You do love better.
Sometimes you deserve to be called Teacher
Instead.
I do it for the sound
Of your voice when you tell me
“You are Cayley.”
Yes, yes I am.
Special -
You don’t even know you are.
I do.
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