The Art Is What Sets Him Free
An autistic art,
An autistic show.
Hidden from the world below.
In privacy they do shine.
But that is just not enough.
A justification to verbally assault a mere child.
Their can be no such.
He's no different.
He needs the loving light.
Guidance to overcome demons faced.
Guidance to overcome demons embraced.
This is who I am.
This is magical kingdom your welcome to join.
No need to imprison him.
Putting him under a backwards white coat won't fix him.
Nor will a dose of tranquilizers.
Yes he is considered among the mentally ill.
But only because we don't understand.
Limited minds, have limited reasoning.
We can't handle the fits.
The absolute tantrums.
This child is broken.
Lock him away and throw away the key.
That is something that can never be.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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