Published on 12, July, 2020
Others, they care yet they'll maybe never know
Often they think that we are so slow
Never consider our different perspective
Nor recognise how much we have to give.
We're so often blunt yet they do no see
That to us bluntness equates to honesty
Why can't they hear us when we say
We love 'em all but in our own special way
A different language, a different world, ok
But what keeps me going most everyday
What keeps me up and keeps me strong
We may be different but not so wrong
Thank you for publishing your poem, which I found moving.