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My Name Is Sammy If only you could comprehend how hard life is for me, I know I'm only a little boy, but my world I want to see, Things are always changing right before my eyes, But don't...

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My Name Is Sammy

Posted on : 13-12-2009 | By : angel_rayne8701 | In : Poetry

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If only you could comprehend how hard life is for me,
I know I’m only a little boy, but my world I want to see,
Things are always changing right before my eyes,
But don’t you see I can’t change the direction of the tide?

It’s a different world I see, with my big brown eyes;
They call it autism, and they think it’s my demise.
What I’d like for them to know
Is that life is really about surprise.
Everyday is something different–Something very new;
A phone, a clock, no a watch. I mean a shoe.
Sometimes, I have a hard time expressing what I want.
And changing my mind, well… I do that a lot.

I have a hard time talking to people; please don’t think I’m rude.
But sometimes my words don’t work and I hit instead.
Now I really blew it, and no one wants to be my friend.
Some people are trying to find a cure for my autism right now as I speak.
But why do I need to be cured?
There is nothing wrong with me.

Please do not heal me, I’m not sick;
And instead of fixing me, enjoy my creativity.
My autism makes me who I am and sets me far apart.
But it only brings me closer to my family’s heart.

Autism is not something you should accept– It’s something to embrace;
For life with me is full of wonder and constant change.
I break up the monotony of daily life.
And although I don’t mean to, I sometimes cause some strife.

Autism changed me from all others except my kind.
And it has succeeded in showing the entire world,
That love and autism bind.

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Comments (3)

Oh my gosh Sammy. How old are you? You have, like, a really deep and experienced soul, but at the same time, innocence. I suppose I’ll never get my question answered, but I enjoyed reading,” My Name is Sammy.”

This is about my brother, he is 5 years old.

I love it.

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