Topic: What you see. | |
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Edited by
Alterette
on
Tue 07/19/11 08:23 AM
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(Yes, it's a poem but about being the parent of a special needs child).
What You See. It's just a trip to the store You want to pick up a few things Pay, and rush back home To watch TV. A noisy muffler while we were leaving And now my child is screaming Thrashing on the ground as I try to calm her down. You look at me with disgust. I hear, "Can't you shut that kid up?" And, "Spoiled, no doubt." "She just needs a good spanking." You don't see what I see: The terror in her eyes. You don't know what I know: It's like a seizure She can't control it Or make it release her. You don't see how she clings to me Even while she kicks. I ignore your nasty looks. I must make her look at me To see in my eyes that it will pass... Why can't you see her tears? That she screams with pain Each sound a bomb exploding. She doesn't understand And I can't explain. My child is autistic. It's not an excuse. Too bad you're so quick to judge And in too much of a hurry To know the truth. She's finally coming back to Earth. So take your looks - your words And leave us alone. Show's over now. You can go home. |
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