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Growing up it was hard To grow up you have to find that glow But in a world where everything has to be ‘normal’ Where do you go? How to start?
I know it's been a while, so I figured its time I tell you my own story, Of a boy who grew fast and learned he had no need to worry... This boy was me, a young individual
Listen Perhaps I will never speak the same as you Perhaps my sign is not enough for you But that doesn’t mean I cannot communicate Listen
Most don't understand what it means to be autistic They think it's all based on statistics One of 68 children get diagnosed Boys with autism are common the most But not many look past the facts
My little brother, Issac Flip, bounce, flip, bounce, flip Repetitive patterns of play No voice No awareness of mom No fighting with sister Trapped in his own mind No hello No goodbye
Autism is Awesome Autism brings negativity and ignites your creativity Autism can bring you down and Autism can lift you up Autism brings challenges but Autism creates hard work
The chips weren't in his favor, Few thought he'd succeed. A society that sweeps people like him under the mat. He may not know exactly why, He just knows he has to work harder. He loves the way he is,
Little brother,once you asked me,why often you could not quell the urgeto leap, quiver, shake,crash upon the earth and rise again,body shaking to the beatof an unheard, forgotten hymn.
There is so much to say in the world, Ways to express yourself or someone else or something else, But I can't. I can think it, it's all in my head I just can't speak it, Say the words. I can't.
You are my inspiration
It looks like he has his own world. I like to think he dances with the things he must see. He bounces constantly, he’s like a small bird Stuck on the ground. He draws through the air and tells us stories.
Two lines were present, I'm overjoyed. Maybe a girl, maybe a boy, it doesn't matter I'll just wait to see, because I long for the day to be called Mommy.
She is innocent and sweet A joy to everyone we meet Wish I could see the world though her eyes When we sing and when play She brightens up my darkest days I try to see the world through her eyes
Puzzle pieces fit in many different ways Some go this way, some go that way This world is one big puzzle, beautiful, and incomplete; Your edges are frayed And your corners are bent
The boy with colored eyes The boy with pale skin The boy with a cute smile The boy who makes me grin The boy who's really tall The boy who loves to run The boy who never stops going
The smiles he gives Are the greatest things to see In his heart I know theres a place for me. Tallness takes over With big feet at the bottom He's a white tan Like cool fall leaves in Autumn.
Dark, lonely room door locked shut. No one even knows it’s there – unaware of my double life. I live with the fear that they’ll find out. Wander down that hidden hallway and
The things my brother carries is hard to talk about sometimes. He carries with him small knick-knacks in his right pocket only- some gum packets, small pieces of used paper, a tiny toy soldier.
Stare, he always illuminates the room Presence, family unity is what he loves Intelligent, this he did not choose Handsome, the bird was named a dove