A condition that came with your identity
still my unconditional love for you remains
It is a part of you, yes
but does not defines you
When you run around holding your ears,
unable to express yourself, I hear you
In all the ruckuses, the silence,
the discomfort, the incessant tics
the raging laughter of people
who do not understand your plight
I still see you.
my beloved
my horizon
my ray of sunshine
my pride
I've got you, always.
which is why I write you this poem
and to teach the world
as you have taught me
Autism is not a label
you are not a label
just an incredible being
always doing the most
incredible things.
Written by Doris Mawusi and Barbara Kombe