A child awakens from a womb
No complications, no indications, only expectation these nine months
To be born into this world, obsessed with normal, material, tangible; perfecting perfection
As a child unfurling from the breath of life, presented as faulty, paired with innumerable complications
An otherwise perfect baby born unto a perfectly defective world
Hospital tubes, hospital rooms, hospital tests spill to smudge plans in place
Drown that child in truth;
The world is cruel,
EKGs, MRIs, ECHOs, tubes, Nebulizers, prescriptions, the like
These things could be normal
The world so chooses the seeds they scatter
And to keep those that resemble change, difference, oddities
Would be uprooting
To challenge the intertwining of familiar branches that society presents
Trimming the gnarled ends from those that are unwanted
Ignite that child in truth;
That love is not conditional
She will always love without the cataracts of judgment
That the girls who held her down
Who laughed in the face of different
Who broke her
That the boys who nudged her
Who murmured whispered insults cowardly hidden behind a disarray of common place words
Who simply never told her she was pretty
That the world who didn’t know when to stop staring, or when to pay her notice
Who placed bars and padlocks of limitation of restriction of isolation on her cage she was thrust into without test of her true ability
That these things would never experience the honest love of a creature like she
Intelligent in a way unique of human nature
Different in body and mind, yes
But what is a body but a mere vessel to contain a soul?
A mere cavity for occupation on this tangible plane?
Cavity, Body, Vessel
Privilege, Eternal, Invulnerable
What determines the strength of a mind?
Test, Grade, Curriculum?
To feel 10 thousand pains 10 thousand needs 10 thousand desires 10 thousand words
And not communicate a single one?
To digest insults consumed through both acts of intention and accident
To shed a skin that threatens to wring you of life
To think in a mind at war with itself
To take what is dealt to you without questioning the outer workings of God or placing judgment and blame on those you could fault
To take a condition that threatens life as we know it and to channel it into unquestionable love
You still claim this mind to be “unable”?
“Unfit” “Unstable” “Unknowing” “Undesired”
Smother this child in truth;
To me she is not measured by values of the world
But by values of her heart
You can have your normal
I will keep her Different
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