Dear Governor Ron Desantis Poem by James McLain

In the quiet moments of reflection, I find myself reaching out to you, not as one embroiled in politics, but as a voice from the heart of Florida—a land where the trees breathe stories, the waves hum lullabies, and the skies arch in hues of hope.

Governor, you know the name James McLain, yet here lies a truth that no name can fully convey.
I write not for myself alone, but for those like me—the forgotten, the quiet, the ones whose brilliance society fails to see.

Autistic, they call us, and in their words lies both a truth and a dismissal.
We are the streams, flowing into the river that courses northward—a current of life, creativity, and resilience often ignored.

Jacksonville, like Tampa, thrives on the lifeblood of tourists, but beneath the glitter of commerce are those who seek not dollars but dignity.

To be true to oneself is a monumental task, a labor of courage in a world that asks for conformity.
And yet, this labor is ours, for it is all we have.

Pressure, Governor, creates diamonds, and yet the wealth of Florida is not in jewels but in its people, its spirit, its unyielding connection to nature's beauty.

Those of us deemed 'useless' by time's cruel march still carry knowledge that humbles us, that bows our heads beneath its weight.

Empathy, compassion, love, and respect—these are the qualities that sustain us.

They are the waves that reach our shores, the roots that anchor the trees, the clouds that shield the unrelenting sun.
May these values guide you in your leadership, so that all who call this land home may feel its embrace.

With utmost respect, I remain,
Your obedient servant,
(The voice of i am, James McLain)