My mother used to say that I was unique

An indigo child or crystal child so to speak

Foolish title that cause me nauseation

For it never led to understanding, only obfuscation

 

And then another term surfaced

Of which I always nearly fit the bill

It pointed to neurodovergence as opposed to narcissistic spirituality

And yet the term resonated with me more still

 

However its corroboration

Is replete with red tape

And no doctor would give a referral

For in my case, it doesn't devastate

 

I might have been corroborated when I was younger

If I had been born in a different place

Where neurodivergence was not seen as a deformity

Lambasted by conspiracy waste

 

Now here I stand

A man jaded by spiritual balderdash

Hoping if he was to seek corroboration

The term would come to pass