Poetry: Do You Hate Me?
Do you hate me because I have the unique ability to question my surroundings objectively without superstition to cloud my judgement? Do you hate me
Do you hate me because I have the unique ability to question my surroundings objectively without superstition to cloud my judgement? Do you hate me
"Take what is yours, give everything back. Become who you were always destined to be."
What are we really saying when we say, "Oh well," "nevermind," "I can do without it," or "forget I ever mentioned it. A poetic exploration.
It hurts to hold this hissing light.
Sears the skin.
Leaves ugly scars.
Where it tears with acrid claws.
An autistic exploration of the sounds of the world in the form of a humorous sestina, a type of poem that follows a pattern of repetition.
An autistic woman explores feeling displaced in a world not designed for her.
Autism is invisible. The autism was invisible When I said the TV was too loud. The autism was invisible When I asked why people say
An autistic marauder finds more than contentment in nature.
Feel my gazeas a wild thing’s nearby attention—when you meet it, be gentle.My burrow is close,to hide me from sudden strangers.See my face as stone:harsh,
A powerful poem about imagination, the value of solitude, the experience of nature, and the separation between an autistic and the rest of society.
Do you hate me because I have the unique ability to question my surroundings objectively without superstition to cloud my judgement? Do you hate me
"Take what is yours, give everything back. Become who you were always destined to be."
What are we really saying when we say, "Oh well," "nevermind," "I can do without it," or "forget I ever mentioned it. A poetic exploration.
It hurts to hold this hissing light.
Sears the skin.
Leaves ugly scars.
Where it tears with acrid claws.
An autistic exploration of the sounds of the world in the form of a humorous sestina, a type of poem that follows a pattern of repetition.
An autistic woman explores feeling displaced in a world not designed for her.
Autism is invisible. The autism was invisible When I said the TV was too loud. The autism was invisible When I asked why people say
An autistic marauder finds more than contentment in nature.
Feel my gazeas a wild thing’s nearby attention—when you meet it, be gentle.My burrow is close,to hide me from sudden strangers.See my face as stone:harsh,
A powerful poem about imagination, the value of solitude, the experience of nature, and the separation between an autistic and the rest of society.
Do you hate me because I have the unique ability to question my surroundings objectively without superstition to cloud my judgement? Do you hate me
"Take what is yours, give everything back. Become who you were always destined to be."
What are we really saying when we say, "Oh well," "nevermind," "I can do without it," or "forget I ever mentioned it. A poetic exploration.
It hurts to hold this hissing light.
Sears the skin.
Leaves ugly scars.
Where it tears with acrid claws.
An autistic exploration of the sounds of the world in the form of a humorous sestina, a type of poem that follows a pattern of repetition.
An autistic woman explores feeling displaced in a world not designed for her.
Autism is invisible. The autism was invisible When I said the TV was too loud. The autism was invisible When I asked why people say
An autistic marauder finds more than contentment in nature.
Feel my gazeas a wild thing’s nearby attention—when you meet it, be gentle.My burrow is close,to hide me from sudden strangers.See my face as stone:harsh,
A powerful poem about imagination, the value of solitude, the experience of nature, and the separation between an autistic and the rest of society.
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