There is nothing wrong with my brain 

I am just expressive,

I show a lot of emotion,

That doesn’t mean that I’m ‘different’ it means I’m different. 

Different from you, from her, from the whole world. 

Why can’t you see that?

You call me autistic

You don’t know the first thing about it

You say that I’m strange ‘not in a good way’ 

What do not understand about no,

Who are you to judge me?

Who made you the gatekeeper of my life? 

Of who I identify as? 

That does not mean that I’m ‘different’ it means I’m different. 

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