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yes i am autistic
yes i have my ways
yes i do flap my arms
yes the sounds to loud
yes i feel like i am strange
yes i know im different
yes i know im autistic
and yes i love myself
yes i am autistic
yes i have my ways
yes i do flap my arms
yes the sounds to loud
yes i feel like i am strange
yes i know im different
yes i know im autistic
and yes i love myself
yes i am autistic
yes i have my ways
yes i do flap my arms
yes the sounds to loud
yes i feel like i am strange
yes i know im different
yes i know im autistic
and yes i love myself
For what’s darkness,
But a contrast to light?
The only reason light can exist
Is because there is darkness for it to illuminate.
Light heals,
They taught us in school the simple things also that we are to peruse our dream. That were all different in our own way, it was something I learned the hard way.
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In the ten years that I have lived here,
I have been judged, discriminated, and hated.
I have been crushed, hurt, and segregated.
I tried and gave the best I could,
We’ve associated an answer with this question for decades
Waves of newspapers address it
Dissect it
Bless us, we free people, for we understand our place
Oh how the winds have changed
all wind blows with the curviture of the earth
but not all whip and burst in the same directions
Some winds dash throgh the trees and encourage leaves to dance
They say that up to half of college students go in
not knowing what to do
struggling, drowning in money
while they try to choose.
Pick one
Smashed windows
Town stores burned to the ground
Streets blocked
Cars as our stepstools
This is not peaceful
Ruined views
Torn down pews
Yelled, screamed, shouted your brother’s name
A struggle it is
To stand out in a crowd
When your eyes are common
And your hair is light brown
I wondered
Did they see me
Who will care when the world ends?
Will it be you or any of your friends?
What if the world ended today?
Would you be happy with how it ends?
for in every smile that we offer the world
unknowingly, we might have just made someone else's day
for in every sigh that we make
unknowingly, we might have just ruined someone else's good life
She is the voice who calms the waters within me. The voice who soothes the waves that are building up to that disastrous tsunami, ready to destroy anything or anyone in my path.
I am the difference.
I am the change that I seek in an alphabetical order i’m still amazing in these streets I rise from Ludicrous rhymes and liefs deranged.
Who am I?
possibly the hardest question because there are infinitely many answers
answers that may contradict because I am not simple
then I realize I am not an answer
there shouldn't be a question, "Who am I?"
For years I've skin walked.
Days upon days mount up to one
complete with all of life's angst.
Every second sealed with worry.
Last moments are of pain until rest comes.
I am me in many ways
I am different than everyone
I know.
I am a person with own desicions
with own talents
and aspirations.
I am like a nomad
who roams freely
without rules only
We have the words to change the nation
Voice that will bring to life a whole new creation
Within us are our ideas, thoughts and feelings there lies in its own station
Stifling sounds of a chair colliding with the adjacent wall send vibrations throughout my room.
Unseen the one who stands in the crowd
to stay hidden throughout
never known by the world outside
but destined to conform to those beside.
Admired are the ones who step apart
To be loved by a beaten soul
Is a special kind of love
To be loved by one who is not given it
Is beautiful
To know I am special enough to hold such a delicate heart within my rough hands
I feel like the decades have hitten a rough path.
Seeing people my age or even younger, acting like maniacs.
YOLO, has made things worse.
Really? You didn't know you only live once?
All of our dreams have been the same- to spread our wings and take flight with the hot sun beating down and strong winds blowing.
what is the difference between you and i
i'm blad-headed (handsome mind you) and you have blonde hair
what is the difference between me and you
i'm light and your dark
what is the difference between i and you
There is only one job for me
And that is to be whoever I want to be
It shouldn't be all about money
it shouldn't be a constant feeling of "love me"
doing the right thing should be the motivation
You have a million things crossing your mind.time, money, bills, and schooling.So many things that you have to keep track of.As soon as you lose grip you're losing sight of.
What would I change?
Wouldn't you like to know?
I'd feed the hungry
To make people grow.
I work at McDonalds, it's fine and all,
And we throw away burgers that go out and come back
There's a girl all alone , cold ,hurt , and judged
A teenaged girl all alone , makeup all smudged
From crying and crying , she's crying because
Noone understands the things that she loves
Judged by the way we look, magazines
skew the idea of true beauty. Who started this trend? And
What blame does a color hold
For its mere existence
Why can’t it be paroled
From chains of cruel resistance
What harm has faith instilled
What is difference?
Why does society dislike the different?
Who is to say what is differrent?
No one is the same
Yet, we all want to be like someone else
No one is equal
yet everyone is equal.
Belladonna
A beauty that illuminates such carnation hue
You defiled me with your sinful pleasure
My skin
cannot find its’ purpose
in newspapers
uncomfortable
it makes you
ashamed
guilt makes you look dirty
little girl
played slavery when she was seven
tar baby
7.046 billion people in the world
1,200 students at the average high school
So many faces in the world
So many people that are passed by
What would happen if there was a chain reaction?
The bus clanks and shudders along the broken roads;
My pencil jerks from my hand,
And the broken roads are mirrored in line breaking
My page with its marred stroke.
My eraser jumps across the page as I erase
Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon
Disney Channel and more
Oh Cartoons, I do adore
When I was little I learned so much
Bubbles, her sweet and gentle touch
Blossom was a leader and Buttercup didn’t back down
You talk and talk,
you voice monotone,
most of the students sleeping
or not even paying attention.
Tell me,
does that make you a good teacher?
Do your students learns anything?
Lost inside a world
that really doesn't exist.
Nothing more than fake history
that we all seem to understand.
Though we don't understand it
and we don't want to accept it.
But we do.
Diversity: we are all different
Diversity: we are all individual
Without Diversity we’d be the same
Everyone would like only vanilla ice cream
Life is filled with choices
Which may be influenced by voices
About financial aid and college courses
Only lends to the soreness
College is purely optional
But without it where can you go
Tell me how you feel when the wind gets strong enough to blow you over.
Why do I try?
Taking in everything that's happened,
How do I forget?
It'll blow over and everything will seem fine,
World without hate
Is one without fright
One where the darkness
Is diminished by the light
One where all people
Are happy at peace
And discrimination
Has finally ceased
Based off of “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” by Maya Angelou
The Day roars sunlight at the first break of morning
and sheds out his mane till only his sun commands
and pounces happily in his playful freedom.
It was a question that plagued me even in my dreams and begged for a reply
Why haven’t we changed?
Obscure, it seemed it was, when a stranger approached me
(poems go here)Why do I right? Why does anyone?
Why do we write what we write?
Why do we mark up the precious white?
I can’t speak for you,but…
I can write for me
I write for peace
What you do here is the marking of life
Starting here and fighting the world and its strife
Do you follow over footprints or make your own?
It’s up to you to figure out the speed and the tone
Why am I crying...
Why would I shed a tear with no reason behind it...
Is my life leading me towards unhappiness,
Or am I just shedding a tear for each person that suffers each day.
Writing is an escape
From the things I can't control.
Because my other method to cope
Truly gives no control at all.
My life is wild and crazy
And the blades just make it hazy.
