Walls"Walls" by Ilsa Kasmar
My name is Ronnie. And I don't like people.
Don't get me wrongI don't hate everyone. I do have a few friends, like my roommate, Kayla. Her brother, Gene, seems okay too.
But ever since my Dad left, I've had a hard time trusting people. Once I realized that the people you love the most are also the ones who can hurt you the most, it's kind of hard to let people in. You build up a sort of emotional armor, walls that you put up around yourself as protection.
Mom got remarried to a great guy, though, and my now-adopted father has helped heal some of the damage my biological father did. (Sound confusing? It is.)
But I still have a hard time trusting people most of the time. It's hard to take down walls that I've had since I was four.
Why am I telling you this? Because this little prologue is going to explain a lot about why I reacted the way I did in the story I'm about to tell.
Have I given you enough clues to pique your interest? Will your attention span hold
Of CandlesOf Candles, by Ilsa Kasmar
There is a light inside of me,
That few people seem to see.
I shift, I morph, I flex-
I keep it protected.
It is a tiny firefly,
A flare to light my road,
But I try to keep it hidden
From hungry spiders and toads.
Setting traps and reaching out
To bring me down.
But all my protections
Can blur my reflection,
I forget who I am.
So I search, I seek
Others who are meek,
And hope they see my flame,
As crucial as my name.
I see the darkness inside you,
But I can see the light too.
You may not know,
But I see more than my own.
I search for candles matching mine,
Especially a lover's shine.
Sustaining fires are hard to find
Since darkness can come from behind,
And stamp them out.
So I glow brightly to the stars,
Hoping my light reaches you,
Hoping you see past my scars,
Hoping you look for me too.
My flame is warmer than you might think
My RevolutionMy Revolution, by Ilsa Kasmar.
Yesterday, a powerful word came to me. A word that is the backbone of resistance, and revolution. A word that can level cities.
That word is "no."
NO, I will not be ashamed of my diagnosis, NO, I am not "disabled", I am just different. NO, there is nothing wrong with the way I am. NO, I will not bend to your unfair rules anymore.
Neurotypicals think that people on the Autism Spectrum are the ones who are inflexible. But you have it backwards. YOU are the ones who refuse to accep us the way we are. YOU are the ones who tell us we must conform to your rules, even when it isn't in our power to do so. And YOU are the ones who teach us that there is something wrong with being angry about this.
And I'm sick of believing it.
I have Asperger's. I am on the Autism Spectrum. And I'm tired of being told there's something wrong with that.
I don't speak for all people on the Spectrum; no one has elected me spokesperson. But I DO know I am not the only person on