A poem in a "Different" Child's voice

[Jezture]

 

A DIFFERENT DANCE

Don't mourn me or mock me; don't judge what you can't be

No, I am not like you; but that's not so bad to me

You say I cannot focus; but what you do not see

Is that I am focused on so many things, the birds, the grass, the tree

My eyes don't like to meet yours; they slip and slide away

It isn't lack of respect here- but I see far differently

“Eyes are the windows to souls” and maybe that is true

Perhaps, just maybe I don't want to see whats shining through

I see the sadness closed there, when you look at “normal” kids

And maybe on some level wish that I did as they did

I hear the murmured “maybes” and the plans that get dismissed

Because of my “difficulties” -its not that hard to miss

I maybe somewhat different- I may not laugh and sing

But I am a child who loves you, just somewhat differently

Don't mourn me for my “weirdness” just accept who I am

Nurture my independence and I will show you how I dance