A Child With A Name....”SPECIAL”

 They call me names I say, please change,

I have one name I wish not to exchange.

They call me special; thinking I am dumb,

But the fact is I pass in every subject and the name tags have made me numb.

 

I wake up each day thinking to see a change in mindset

But does not seem to reset...

As per my wish 

The journey seems like I am the one swimming against an ocean of fish.

 

I dream of a day they call me by my name,

And don’t focus on my disability to cause fame.

Instead focus on my strengths and capabilities 

To encourage me grow like any normal child with so called normal abilities.

 

I crave for a day to walk freely without name tags attached to how I was born,

I’m tired and I am withdrawn.

I dwell on an endless time loop of fantasy to shred;

Every wall of ogling eyes down: so as to have a friend till the end.

 

I am me, a great singer and artist;

I have made my share of mistakes but please don’t eye me as a terrorist.

Every moment of judgment you make on me,

I fail to rise and have to bow at your knee.

 

I try so hard yet my parents face the unwanted comments,

The stare and advice on why I was born causes me regrets.

Yes, I agree I am a diagnosed ADHD and got a bow knee, been to the OT and the psychiatrist;

Yet I am a dreamer wanting to be an instrumentalist.

 

But why is my disorder bearing a question,

At times I have no control and build up aggression.

I resort, I scream but nothing in vain,

“They say:” You’re Special!!!” Keep mum son!!!And listen to what we say!!!You’re being a pain.”

 

I have tried and tried, I ask for help

But the walls keep building and one day they will hopefully know how I felt.

You think I would lose hope of being an instrumentalist...

But guess what I learnt I can be both as well as an educationist.

 

I will resort to awareness and create guidelines for mental health;

And will advocate a budget to build mental wealth.

In areas to propagate we have names, abilities and dreams,

You will hear our voices scream in the deepest creeks.

 

We know you think we are different with all twerps and tweaks;

But we are just like you and not zombies or freaks.

We are God’s own children made out of love;

And HE sees everything from above. 

 

The pain we go through and validation we seek to cope,

Chanting a prayer seeking for a ray of hope.

Nothing much, but a request for all to refrain

Their tongue and let love flow through your vein.

 

Hoping for mindset that has regressed twenty years back

To be shelved for life into an empty sack.

I am SPECIAL just like any child who has a name;

Call me I might change, respond and you might see a child who is not lame.

 

I am like a so called NORMAL child;

Just open your eyes and I can soar to fly and glide.

I have name....call me

You will see a smile and a glimpse of hope I guarantee.

 A child with a name....”SPECIAL”

 

They call me names I say, please change,

I have one name I wish not to exchange.

They call me special; thinking I am dumb,

But the fact is I pass in every subject and the name tags have made me numb.

 

I wake up each day thinking to see a change in mindset

But does not seem to reset...

As per my wish

The journey seems like I am the one swimming against an ocean of fish.

 

I dream of a day they call me by my name,

And don’t focus on my disability to cause fame.

Instead focus on my strengths and capabilities

To encourage me grow like any normal child with so called normal abilities.

 

I crave for a day to walk freely without name tags attached to how I was born,

I’m tired and I am withdrawn.

I dwell on an endless time loop of fantasy to shred;

Every wall of ogling eyes down: so as to have a friend till the end.

 

I am me, a great singer and artist;

I have made my share of mistakes but please don’t eye me as a terrorist.

Every moment of judgement you make on me,

I fail to rise and have to bow at your knee.

 

I try so hard yet my parents face the unwanted comments,

The stare and advice on why I was born causes me regrets.

Yes, I agree I am a diagnosed ADHD and got a bow knee, been to the OT and the psychiatrist;

Yet I am a dreamer wanting to be an instrumentalist.

 

But why is my disorder bearing a question,

At times I have no control and build up aggression.

I resort, I scream but nothing in vain,

“They say:” You’re Special!!!” Keep mum son!!!And listen to what we say!!!You’re being a pain.”

 

I have tried and tried, I ask for help

But the walls keep building and one day they will hopefully know how I felt.

You think I would lose hope of being an instrumentalist...

But guess what I learnt I can be both as well as an educationist.

 

I will resort to awareness and create guidelines for mental health;

And will advocate a budget to build mental wealth.

In areas to propagate we have names, abilities and dreams,

You will hear our voices scream in the deepest creeks.

 

We know you think we are different with all twerps and tweaks;

But we are just like you and not zombies or freaks.

We are God’s own children made out of love;

And HE sees everything from above.

 

The pain we go through and validation we seek to cope,

Chanting a prayer seeking for a ray of hope.

Nothing much, but a request for all to refrain

Their tongue and let love flow through your vein.

 

Hoping for mindset that has regressed twenty years back

To be shelved for life into an empty sack.

I am SPECIAL just like any child who has a name;

Call me I might change, respond and you might see a child who is not lame.

 

I am like a so called NORMAL child;

Just open your eyes and I can soar to fly and glide.

I have name....call me

You will see a smile and a glimpse of hope I guarantee.