The Poet In Me

Anyone who knows me well is probably aware that I am in love with my brother. He is one of my favorite people in the world. (I don't know if he knows this, but he is).

He also has Asperger's Syndrome.

We found out when I was in 8th grade--about 6 years ago--and ever since then we have been on this spiraling journey of learning and figuring out how to work around and through things. 

I took a poetry class last year and for one of our projects we had to write 3 poems that were connected in some way so I wrote mine about him.

One in his perspective.

One in mine and my sisters'.

One in my mom's.

So now I am going to share them with you. One by one. Starting with my brother's perspective.

Us and Them

I know I am not like everyone else,

They all tease me and I hate it.

Can’t they see that it hurts my feelings?

Can’t they see that I’m not that different?

They all tease me and I hate it.

I don’t like to follow these stupid trends they like.

Can’t they see that I’m not that different?

All they want to do is watch stupid TV shows.

I don’t like to follow these stupid trends they like,

I would much rather be reading mythology.

All they want to do is watch stupid TV shows,

I spend time studying possible careers.

I would much rather be reading mythology.

Unintelligent people agitate me.

I spend time studying possible careers.

I know I am not like everyone else.