In your eyes,
  I see pity
  When you turn
  To face me.
  
  Your voice 
  Quivers slightly
  As you whisper
  "Good Morning."
  
  I am not made
  Of glass
  
  My body is 
  Not marked
  "Fragile"
  
  But I still 
  Like to be
  Handled with
  Care.
  
  My heart beats
  As your does.
  
  My lungs expel
  Air hundreds
  Of thousands
  Of times a
  Day
  
  My brain 
  Fires with
  Thought --
  
  In my world
  I see everything
  In a different 
  Light.
  
  My mind has
  No room for
  Cynicism
  
  I don't
  Resent someone
  Because they
  Are not like I.
  
  Prejudice I
  Do not feel.
  
  But I do 
  Feel.
  
  I laugh at
  A funny moment
  
  I cry when
  My life takes
  A dark turn.
  
  My innocence
  Leaves me
  Vulnerable --
  
  Completely 
  Exposed to
  All around me.
  
  I'd love to
  Sit down
  With you and
  Debate current
  Issues.
  
  But I "can't"
  
  I know not
  Of war and
  Crime and
  The raging
  Deficit
  
  I only know
  When I'm 
  Hungry or
  
  Tired or
  When I need 
  To feel the
  Touch of a
  Compassionate
  Hand.
  
  Or I need to
  Hear the words
  Of praise for
  A job well
  Done.
  
  Don't feel
  Sorry for 
  Me ... but
  Feel joy.
  
  For what
  I CAN do
  Far outweighs
  What I "can't"
  
  I am human,
  And I am
  Alive

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