Unmasking Poetry


I cannot write a poem

Or so I’ve been told 

I cannot date

I cannot work 

Or play sports 


What’s an autistic poet to do, not that I know,

I cannot do what I've been doing for years? 


Who cares if I can or can’t write a poem? 

Since when has our value been based on poetry?


I don’t play baseball; I dont want to 


I can play baseball 

I can date 

I can work

When others choose see me as a person 


I can write at least one poem 

Though, why stop at one? 


When in doubt write 

Let your words out 


Others don’t define me

Or decide  my capabilities


I don’t have a disease 

I don’t need your pity or contempt 

Just your humanity and empathy 


While not writing this poem… 


In these dark, deadly times 

Maybe someday we can all see the humanity in each 

Learn to treat others as equal


In the meantime 

Write through our confusions 

Our fears

Our doubts 

Our love 

Our empathy and humanity 

Our unnamed 

Our unknown emotions 


Light the fire of peace 

May love burn to the darkening night 


Bring poetry to the world 

One word at a time 

Each a letter committed to justice and truth

For the sake of transparency, I have to admit that I’m writing this poem 

I know it's just words… 

Yet I had to be written 

And brought to the world 

In prayerful hope for a future written by love 

My words are my power 

May they bring light to the world 

 






 









 




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