Fine For Me Poem by Ima Ryma

I grew up in a time and place,
And not a lot was known about
Some disorders that people face.
My parents cared but they had doubt
As to whether or not I would
Ever be cured of what I had.
I know their intentions were good.
They were just ignorant, not bad.
I was a lucky one in that
As I grew up I found the aid
To be fine with where I was at.
I'm happy with the life I made.

I still see the world differently,
But fine with how the world sees me.