I like writing poetry I happen to be very good at it
Here's one I really like
How
Autism as I walk to metro I feel it's weight all around upon my inner self I utter not a sound. Do I curse to heaven for this my test called life. Do I will away those whom dear I hold rembering in wisdom all that glitters isn't gold. How can I/ we errace this stigma mortals have eyes on? Do I say honestly I couldn't help being born this way ? the answer comes to me softly like the cooing of a dove. It is a thing we all pocess it is a thing called love.
