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State of Be Ing
That's it, I quit I'm told,
won't fit in your mold
Because to some
I'm just too dumb
The truth you find
Is so sublime
My dialect
Is select
I seem to live inside a shell
Indeed I know it all too well
I haven't left there much of late
Dwelling in my autistic state
Those few of whom I've already met
Friends who not soon will forget
They see, they know the real me
Find any fault, they let it be
I am who I am, I will not change
You think me odd, perhaps deranged?
It shouldn't matter in the end
If indeed you are my friend
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Comment by: Jarfuls - 2008-05-07 16:18
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| Mitchell, I agree with your comment. If people could have accepted my son they way he is, speech problem and Aspergers aside, his childhood would be filled with happier memories. It is a shame we look at each other so much from the outside in. Sometimes I wonder if man is really envolving in a way that is bettering himself at all. |
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if only more people could adopt this "love me for me" approach, the world would be a better place.
Loved this part:
My dialect
Is select
:) Mitch |
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Comment by: Jarfuls - 2008-05-04 14:58
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| Yes, I meant to change that before Phil. It has been edited and changed now. Thank you and Matt for pointing that out to me. Guess I should not try to post a poem late at night. lol |
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| Jody, i stumbled on the same spot as Matt. i like this poem. |
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Comment by: Jarfuls - 2008-05-02 19:17
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| Thanks Matt, I see what happened on the way it was placed on here. Yes, that is how it was supposed to be. I will correct it. Glad you liked it. I wrote it for my son, feeling his anger towards the world at the time. I like your novel so far, by the way. |
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