In the halls of the classroom a professor addressed the gathering
“Color is the most important thing to see in your students.”
Yet within my heart an opposing perspective unfurled,
For I firmly believe in perceiving beyond whats seen.

“Not race but merit ” I softly whispered in response
As talents and dreams should soar limitlessly.
Each student, a canvas painted with hues
Their potential unrestricted by a lens.

A palette of minds an untamed spectrum lies, before us,
Where brilliance and creativity remain unnamed.
Within each shade resides a captivating narrative
Not confined to predetermined colors we are told to see.

To judge based on race to measure through skin
Dims the radiance that each individual possesses.
A brushstroke of bias, a shade of ignorance cast upon us all
Suppresses the essence of significance and beauty.

Let us embrace the kaleidoscope of souls that surround us
Where differences unite than divide.
For, within the inclusive frame of our classrooms
Genuine learning and personal growth carve their purpose.

So let us not impose limitations or draw lines to define others
Instead let understanding radiate brightly.In the hearts and minds of people diversity flourishes, like an unsung but harmonious song.

Autism Speaks, your claims have deeply affected us
Your words strike at our hearts. Cause fuss.
You depict an haunting picture
Instilling dread, in families a situation we must not nurture.

You boldly declare, “I am autism ” with no remorse
Employing tactics without any discourse.
But within these words we dissent and resist
Your approach is something we cannot persist.

Your assertion of power appears bleak and grim
Yet our unity shines bright; our lights won’t dim.
For we believe in love, compassion and grace
In togetherness hope and a warm embrace.

Your intention to disrupt and bring about destruction
To steal dreams and strip away joys construction
You underestimate the strength we possess
As a community united we won’t regress.

Families and nations join hands in solidarity,
Across borders, connected by empathys clarity.
We communicate not through fear or despair
Through love, for those who need care.

Your claim that we are weak is a misconception
Our love holds a power that you can’t impede.
Though our childrens voices may sometimes be still
Their essence holds value; this truth we instill.Autism speaks, your attempt to instill fear
To create division and shed tears
But we stand united, with a plea;
We fight for inclusion and equality.

Your words of separation of pain
We reject them for empathy is our domain.
Inclusion and acceptance are our guiding call,
Embracing diversity together we stand tall.

So listen closely Autism speaks, clear, as day
We’ll challenge your falsehoods and fears that sway.
With love, resilience and unwavering might
Together we’ll triumph in this fight.

This was written to speak out against an autism speaks commercial

In the corridors of power there is a chorus of concern
Resonating as economies crumble a nation, in a bind.
Prices skyrocket, burdening every dinner plate
Yet some remain loyal disregarding the reality.

The fabric of the economy is. Torn
Inflations rise births a storm.
While familiar names and claims echo through votes
The future hangs precariously on a thread.

We bear the weight of our livelihoods
With a future under scrutiny.
Promises fade in the face of realities
As citizens persist with wavering loyalty.

Americas vibrant and bold canvas
Now bears the scars of stories and policies.
Some choose to keep eyes fixed
Ignoring the unraveling truths before them.

Amidst debates lies a land
Struggling with uncertain destinies.
Willful ignorance is a path to descend upon
As the economy continues its battle, without resolution.

The power lies within each ballot cast
To shape our future and aim for heights.
Oh, nation, awaken and heed the calls of caution
For ruin affects us all.Do not let blind loyalty misguide us
Instead lets open our eyes to an approach.
Because in coming and being well informed
We find hope, for repairing the challenges we face.

Within the depths of my souls chambers
Resides a tale cloaked and concealed by mist.
A story of shadows, of darkness
Where whispers of despair seep.

The past a tempestuous journey endured,
Through valleys veiled in haze.
Whispers of melancholy a melody,
Played beneath the moons gaze.

Why withhold this tale from those I cherish?
The ache, the anguish heavy to bear.
To shield them from burdens I chose to hide
Preserving their hearts with love and care.

For spoken words cannot be unheard
Revealing pain and stirring wounds.
To spare their hearts untouched by despair
Silence became my tender safeguard.

Not, out of shame or deceitful embrace
As loves shield, protective grace.
I treasure their laughter and unrestrained joy
A sanctuary where suffering remains unnamed.

So within the refuge of my hearts retreat
Rests a truth, a story.
Through loves rhythm and unspoken pact
Their serenity is preserved entirely.So I conceal this chapter, this history,
Deep within the chambers of my soul it silently endures.
Because love, an treasured shade
Warrants a canvas that’s untainted and sincere.

Within the depths of this disguise
I find solace away from my cries.
This fabric cloak shields me from prying eyes
Hiding scars I keep hidden from the skies.

“Do you feel a chill?” they kindly inquire,
Unaware of the burning soul within my fire.
In this jacket I quietly confide,
The secrets of battles where emotions collide.

Beneath these layers lies a map of pain
Each moment etched on skin that couldn’t be restrained.
Hidden cuts and scars silently plead,
Visible, to me marking my need.

Each thread and stitch that holds it tight
Creates a refuge where judgment takes flight.
Shielding these scars with an embrace so strong
Concealing the struggle in a space where it belongs.

So when they ask, “Are you feeling cold my dear?”
I offer them a smile despite my fear.
This colossal jacket seems like attire
But beneath its surface it veils my desires.

In a world where others may try to deceive,
The Rubik’s Cube stands strong, never to believe,
Peeling stickers off, a dishonest game to play,
But we’ll stay true, embracing the colors that stay.

For like the Cube, we’re complex and unique,
No need to conform, no need to tweak.
We’ll hold our ground, never let them define,
The vibrant hues that make us shine.

Just like the Cube’s pieces, we fit together,
In a beautiful mosaic, no matter the weather.
So let’s stand tall, unpeeled and true,
Embracing ourselves, in all that we do.

A glimpse into your world, so free.
With a heart that’s kind and full of care,
You spread compassion everywhere.

A seeker of knowledge, curious and bright,
You strive to learn with all your might.
From tech interviews to healthcare debates,
You explore diverse topics, no question waits.

You stand by your brother, guiding his way,
Helping him shine, day by day.
And in the face of challenges, you persist,
Finding strength in the midst of any twist.

Dyslexic students, you champion their might,
Recognizing the strengths they bring to light.
You wonder about accommodations and support,
Empowering them to excel, their dreams to court.

In the realm of health, you seek understanding,
From medical concerns to ovarian branding.
You navigate the complexities with grace,
Seeking answers, embracing each new space.

Rebecca, you’re a friend so true,
With a spirit that shines in all you do.
Keep exploring, learning, and being kind,
For in this world, you’re a treasure to find.

In the realm of politics, they stood so tall,
A mentor, a friend, guiding us all.
Their wisdom and passion, a beacon of light,
Inspiring us to fight for what’s right.

But fate had other plans, a tragic twist,
A car rollover accident, a life dismissed.
Yet their spirit lives on, in memories we keep,
Their legacy forever etched, in our hearts so deep.

They taught us to be bold, to stand up and speak,
To fight for justice, for the voices weak.
Their absence is felt, a void hard to fill,
But their impact on us, lingers still.

So let’s honor their memory, with every stride,
Carrying their torch, side by side.
Though they may be gone, their influence won’t cease,
For their spirit lives on, in our pursuit of peace.