The whispers were always there
Ever since they realized he was different.
For years, I just let it happen
Let them talk
Let them call him all those things.
I never wanted them to look at me.
I didn't want to be the labeled the weird Autistic kid's sister.
Do you think she's got something wrong with her too?
But then I heard it
My brother, talking to himself,
Saying one word,
Over and over
It's what they'd called him
It's what everyone called him
He'd been labeled it so many times
That it's what he'd started to think of himself
He's not retarded.
He's not a freak
He's my brother
And since he can't fight for himself
It's my time to stand up.