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May 2019
A little girl sits
unheard
unseen

She watches the others play
laugh
compete

Their voices fill the air
in the distance a dog barks
Beneath her cool grass

She doesn't have friends.
She doesn't know how to be one.

They don't include her.
They try not to glance her way.

She is different,
She is weird.
So, they pretend she's not there.

I see you, little girl.
I was you.
Unheard, unseen.

What they don't know is the world inside
your head is greater than this one.
Your imagination will take you places beyond this.

Your strength will **** out the weak.
Your unique self will inspire those deserving to know you.

You aren't invisible to the right people.
I see you.
I love you.
We are Autism strong.
In progress. Feedback welcome

Inspired by a photo I took of my little girl sitting in the grass watching other kids play beside her. They never ask her to join. They shoot a look her way and then divert their eyes. she is nonverbal with severe autism and OCD ticks. She is also creative, funny, clever, curious, and affectionate but they will never know. I know how she feels because I was her once.
Tessa Marie Freeman
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Tessa Marie Freeman  41/F/No where
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