A childhood in deficit and afficit
By Lee-Anne Ford
She’s not gifted, just smart.
She’s not talented, just smart.
She’s a girl, she can’t do that.
She’s a girl, she can’t be that.
Brutal put-down, not my shutdown
Let me throw down, take you down
Do I shine too bright? Wear sunglasses.
Do I fall too low? That’s your shame.
Do I dig too deep? That’s your shallow.
Do I see too much? That’s your blindness.
Brutal shut-down, fallen crown
Let me lie down, adjust my gown
You judge too much. Not my fault.
You’re blind to see. Not my fault.
You cannot touch. Not my fault.
You cannot hear. Not my fault.
Allistic let-down, don’t dare frown
Autistic touchdown, go to town.
We are, we have, we do.
We just don’t do you.
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