Mercedes Hodge Poet Rhyme

Holes In The Walls

Sometimes my son is calm
Sometimes he is ballistic
I can tell you where it’s from
The doctors say he is autistic
He hums all day long
Even in the middle of the night
His arms and legs are so damn strong
Because he likes to fight
He screams at loud sounds
And he likes to eat raw noodles
He sniffs like a bloodhound
And he cuts the hair off poodles
He pisses in the bed
And he likes to play with string
He has bruises on his head
Because he runs into everything
He’s intelligent with computers
And he has common sense
He can’t recite his ABCs
Because it was never meant
My son is aware of himself
And he knows he’s not a girl
He doesn’t try to be no one else
He’s created his own little world
The doctors have given him medicine
That causes him mighty falls
But his autism is all forgiven
Except when he punches holes in the walls

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