Monday, 8 April 2013

We can hear you

When you say we're a burden
a pity
a shame
when you call us 'retarded' or 'special'
we can hear you

When you reduce us to headlines
statistics
and dollars
put a price on our right to existence
we can hear you

When you assume we can't think
if perchance
we don't speak
when you measure our IQ in decibels
we can hear you

When you deny our existence
and silence
our voices
because we don't 'look autistic' to you
we can hear you

When you voice your opinions
on the lives
that we live
but shout down when we speak up ourselves
we can hear you

And we understand.

  Sunrise from Victor Rock


So, apparently I write better and more quickly when I'm cross.  I wonder how much can I turn out before I give myself an ulcer?