Do you not see,
When you look down on me,
Think that somehow,
I am less,
Do you not see,
My accomplishments?
Do you not see, how I use my voice,
In verse,
In prose.
How can it fit in your mind,
That I am less,
Because I am different?
Because for reasons unknown,
My brain was constructed in a manner you are not used to?
How do you spend your time,
With friends laughing,
And turn around and see me,
As a helpless child?
I am no child.
If you are to speak to me,
Speak to me with respect,
Like you do to those you are used to.
Do not belittle me,
And pretend I do not know anything,
When you speak to me,
Note who I am,
Empowered,
Myself,
Not yours.