When the Hurting Started Aged Five
Over powered
and sat upon by he who was not my father.
The zippo lighter not my friend as he would
burn my fingers.
Autism,
made the pain I felt, so much, so much sharper.
The buckles of the belts always left a scar on
more than skin.
The spectrum of my range was testing and communication.
My thinking was not theirs as thinking went and
some teachers,
were as bullies as bullies came and went.
Unable to communicate, behavior changed as well.
Could I survive and grow to be a man and not a bully?
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