Different Yet The Same

Different Yet The Same short poem

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I am one of many,
Born different and yet the same
My blood is red
And my bones can break
But to some I’m just a number
A name
Labeled by doctors
In their eyes I’m not the same

I never asked to be born this way
I wanted nothing except to be the same
As my sisters and my brother
But I had no choice but to accept that can never be
I am born to be different and I am not ashamed.
I am not a label or a number
I am me

Poet’s Note: This is a poem written in response to the way some people like to view autistic people. I wrote this from personal experience and emotions

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