Poem 13

(Originally published for The Bee Boxes) For me,  Conforming to an allistic society feels as if my brain and yours are Diverging parallels, Contrasting wavelengths, Contradicting perspectives.  Like thoughts hanging off branches, Forcefully picked Instead of naturally falling. Coerced to conform  To unspoken standards, And unseen scripts.  With time all the thoughts are taken, with … Continue reading Poem 13