I Am Me. I'M Matty - Poem by C.J. Heck
I’ve got this thing called autism
that can lock you up inside
but I am me, I’m Matty,
and I’m learning not to hide.
The state was slow to test me.
Mommy made them walk the line.
They said I might not talk
so mommy taught me how to sign.
There’s nothing slow about me.
Everywhere I go, I run.
I’m always on my tiptoes
and I flap my arms when I have fun.
I love climbing and pretending,
I know movies word for word,
and now that I have learned to talk
I repeat things till I’m heard
I’m just like any other boy
in many, many ways
but I like things to stay the same
so I won’t melt down today.
I have this thing called autism
but I am Matty. I am ME.
I’ll unlock my world inside
‘cause my mommy holds the key.
(For my grandson, Matthew. I love you, Matty)
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