10 years old is for cars
for tire swings, spelling bees, and candybars
10 years old is not for hospital lobbies
not for scans of imperfect bodies
you’re different, but that’s fine, they said
you have a unique mind ticking in your head
Take a label, wear it lake a sticker
You’re autistic, they said
and I wore it like a blister
10 years old is hard for trying
I was afraid, there’s no denying.
I went to school, went and wanted
can I be cool, or simply hunted?
There was a girl, but did she know my name?
I failed at sports and felt ashamed
they spoke around me like I didn’t exist
when it came to parties, I never made the list
14 years is not for hiding
not for loneliness, fear, and nail biting
I tore the label from my skin
I replaced it with pride and wore as a grin
I will belong, I will succeed... now lets begin
I feared the best
I feared the worst
I feared for trying I’d be cursed
Then all the gifts I used to hide
came to my aid and I felt alive
I felt known for the very first time
I saw that hiding had been a crime
18 years is for long black gowns
not for being shy, not for backing down
I gave my speech, I faced the crowd
I flipped my tassel and sat back down.
20 is for freedom, is it not?
I’m grown up now and I’ll give it my best shot
when fear grabs hold, and tells me I’m less
it makes me bold and I tell him I’m blessed
I kissed that girl and she kissed back
I went to college and stayed on track
I’ll chase my dreams and never look back
Different may be true, but Special is a fact