I Am Autism: a poem

by Fartrell Cluggins aged 12

I am autism.
From the moment I wake to the time I lay my head on the pillow.
I am autism.
Every breath I take is autism.
All the food I eat is autism.
The song I sing is autism.
I wash my hair in the waters of autism.
I do not understand your human ways because I am autism.
My blood type is autism.
I bleed the bleeds of a thousand moons because I am autism.
When I use the bathroom I am autism.
The day my great grandmother died I was autism.
The times I miss my bus I am autism.
You are not autism. I am autism.
Who tism? Autism.
Dyslexia… no wait, autism.

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