1. I would have not asked these,
my beloved God, to you,
If you created me beautifully like Sarah;
my playmate who give me chocolates
For everyone except Sarah,
My face is ugly, with holes-
Unwanted here and there,
Cleft is the name, they call it!
Though my mum call me chweety,
That's all what you have gifted me
2. I use to overtake John in runs,
And I jump higher than he do.
I will throw balls so fast,
I help my mum, pick crump up from floor
I go for jogging through meadows with dad,
And I use to play anything with John.
But I want to ask my God,
Why can't I do all these.
May be because my mum keep saying,
'my son would have done all, like John,
if he was not palsied'
That she don't know; so I feel sad,
that her son would far better than John!
Still she would be saying,
Her son is palsied, palsied......ufff! ! !
3. I want to hug somebody,
Get their arms and kiss too.
I need stroke from others,
need to sit on my mum's lap.
I want to cry when I'm hurt,
Laugh when I'm happy.
Rather than doing these all,
When vice versa or for no reason.
And stop neglecting other's affections.
Why God I can't do all these,
being an Autistic! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You write well, Fayeda. Thank you for sharing
Thank you, Kelly :)