Autism


Noise.
Taste.
Touch.
All senses heightened.

Struggles with friends.
Motor skills delayed.
“She may never speak.”

But I did.
I beat the odds,
Worked through my difficulties.
Conquered.

I may be different,
But here I stand,
making a name
for myself.

Autism.
It does not scare me.
It makes me
who I am.

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