She sits on a corner rocking her happy body ignoring a fuzzy world and humming her own melody.
She dreams of better places -places we wouldn't find or see, or understand- because everything is pure and kind.
She paints with brighter colors no shape, no form, no size her canvas is filled with magic and her strokes are strong and wise.
She needs no words to write a poem a masterpiece is in her head language is a meaningless expression for us who's language is limited.
She's no different, only better in heart, and soul and mind our world fits small to her because in her world, we all be blind.
I want to begin a thread and I invite all poets and writers who want to join to write something based on this theme. This is the month we celebrate Autism Awareness. I'm a teacher in a Special Ed elementary school and I serve children from the age of 3 to 10 with this condition or spectrum of conditions. They are special in every way and I say it in the best meaning of that word. We try and sometimes force them to make them act, talk or be like us as if us were better. We are the ones limited, who doesn't understand the way they think or act and mark it as incorrect. Everyone is a different world, and unique. The norm is not always the correct way.
There's a quote that says "If a kid doesn't learn in the way we teach, teach him in the way he learns".
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If you want to join me please write something and add #autismawareness
