Miss Autism
The doctor's office smelled of saline
And the lingering worries of diagnosis
"You sure she isn't just a bit shy?"
"Nope, your daughter's got autism."
Words hit my dear mother like a racecar
Her eyes of cloudy blue filled with tears
Would her creation ever succeed?
Or shrivel down to the ankles of society?
They watched as wooden blocks slipped
From my glistening fingertips
Scribbles of red ink glided over papers
And frowns painted faces with gloom
As maturity dawned upon me
Plenty became enlightened
They watched as 'brainy bambina'
Sailed her way to the aisle of books
"She reads so far above her age!"
Teachers would shout with glee
Their eyes lit up like lavender candles
With a smile worth more than gold
If I could write neurodivergence a letter
I'd thank it for its contributions
Without its wit and knack for uniqueness
Poor old me would be just another societal slave
My time on Earth has been rocky and steep
Yet I found my male mirror image
We live like swans sharing a brook
Joined by our love to escape the box's clutch
My sovereignty scares the majority
They cry Munchausen, then flee
Don't they realize we share a podium
On the competition we call typical life?
It no longer bothers me
What others are too blinded to see.
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