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Poem Details
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| Title: | Autistication |
| Date Submitted: | 1/25/2010 |
| Poem: |
Teeth marks tattoo his fingertips; crimson droplets transform to real tears as his fingers are pinched with precision, dribbling his blood in a deliberate line-up along cold tile squares. Perhaps each drop portrays a peculiar member marching in his monotonous pervasive parade. I don''t want to be the spectator watching my son bang his head to the beat of a different drummer against the walls of his world. Yet, as I peer into his porcelain eyes pleading for recognition, I see only my reflection twirling a baton; upside down marching in his parade; backwards...... |