Man real. Man fake,
Beaming with pride.
Tasting his manliness,
Eating me inside.
Where did I go wrong?
All gone awry!
Can’t paint a picture,
Sadness lies.
Having love and hate to penetrate my heart,
Leaves me broken and apart.

Man real. Man fake,
Beaming with pride.
Tasting his manliness,
Eating me inside.
Where did I go wrong?
All gone awry!
Can’t paint a picture,
Sadness lies.
Having love and hate to penetrate my heart,
Leaves me broken and apart.
Mark my adventurous journey,
I am used to applause.
Stay tuned, for I am an autistic.
Have you ever actually seen, understood what it is like to be an invisible,
tall forgotten force of nature?
Have you ever taken a trip to some alien land?
I have! I have wanted to go far away.
I still use effective strategies to arrive where I want to go.
Stave reaping rewards along this easy, eerie adventure.
Hear my symbolic plea!
Will you listen to me?
DEAR STAR
ALL WISHES ARE DESIGNED TO COME TRUE
THAT MUST BE A LOT OF PRESSURE ON YOU
THANKS FOR MAKING MY WISH TO COMMUNICATE COME TRUE
My very first poem, written at a GKTC Outreach with Elizabeth Vosseller.
Words from a woman without spoken language
A Nonspeaker's Perspective On Life
Danny Whitty - Nonspeaking Autistic Writer & Advocate
a Not-Quite-Neurotypical perspective
My Adventures with an Uncontrollable Body
Letterboard Thoughts by Gregory Tino
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