Upon a thought I ride,
my visions I do not hide.

I am what I am,
a brave poet and artist,
I survive this chaotic process.

My heart is pure
nothing can change
my naive mind.
I’v learned how to
except my unique
process and the
ignorance of the world
to my design.

To be autistic is like
being an alien in a
chaotic world of shady
trees we call humanity.

Most find it uncomfortable
to be around a truly honest
person like me.

I do not sugar coat
or fib, sarcasm is nothing
more than a beat around the bush.

I find it rude and disrespectful
for people to be dishonest
and dance underneath the bushes
as if you can hide from me.

My mind is very much aware
of the details in the envirernment
and the shady business you
display.

Most people wear a mask,
trying to cover up their
craft, but as for me I am
too busy being me I am
more interested in how
the bees buzz and hum,
I am always creating,
crafting ideas for you
to see.

I love you all so very much,
my heart is open to all
who wants to share the love.

To be an autistic
is like being the oddball
I am always a bit flat but
I bounce higher and I am
the best friend who listens
and shares comfortably.

If you are nice to me
I will be your best friend
forevere, for once I fall
in love I can’t change how
much I care.

I am what I am,
you get what you get,
no shady business do
I display. I am always
exposed free and uncaged,
I light fires in your mind
and I remind you have
your blessings.

I understand you are ignorant
like me but I am willing to
be straight forward I don’t
care what people think, for
I don’t know what you think.

Unless you explain to me
what your mingling upon,
I am ignorant to a default.

Some people call me special
I call it blah blah blah!
I never felt comfortable
with being called special,
for I think you are the special
ones, you are the ones who
have difficulty understanding
me. I’ve tried to submit to
your protocols sadly my
programming is more difficult
and complex.

Not even I can
rewire my mind.

Autism is not a disease nor
a handicap or illness,
its a different kind of brain
a motherboard of colorful designs
of beep boop mixtapes with poetic
lyrics waiting to be seen by
all of you who come to read my
tapestry of expression.

Its not the autistic person’s fault
you don’t understand our communications,
its your fault for not being mindful
of the autistic process and
our unique expressions.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton