DON'T STARE . . . ADMIRE!

                 This is a poem I wrote a little over three years ago. It is the voice of a child/person with special needs. It was written in honor of the many lives who have touched mine. I can hear each one of them speaking these words . . .

DON'T STARE . . . ADMIRE!

January 12, 2008

I know I am different.

Don’t tell me this is not true.

I see it and I feel it . . .

I know that I am not like you.

I try to fit in . . .

I want to talk and play.

I smile politely at you;

In return you look away.

It does not matter where I go

Or even what I do.

I am used to being treated like this;

It is really nothing new.

I try not to let it bother me,

And always wear a smile.

The truth of the matter is . . .

It gets old after awhile.

I may seem different from you,

But many things are the same.

Like, I have thoughts and feelings too . . .

I even have a name.

I may not walk and talk or look like you;

And that is okay.

There is a very special explanation . . .

God created me this way!

If you think something is wrong with me,

You had better look again.

I know more than you think I do;

I know how to win.

However, I win different prizes than you . . .

I win people’s hearts.

Once you take the chance to know me,

The understanding starts.

A little time will tell you a lot,

And your eyes will begin to see.

You will realize that you saw a flaw . . .

But I am actually made perfectly!

My purpose on earth is different.

It is not the same as yours.

I am a human angel . . .

I am one of God’s special doors.

I am a unique kind of door;

There is no lock or key.

God uses me to reach your heart and soul.

I am a human ministry.

I am here to show a part of life,

One you really need to know.

You go at such a fast pace each day,

While my only option is slow.

Take a moment and look;

Go on . . . compare yourself to me.

Your mind thinks “of this world,”

While mine thinks innocently.

You worry about your bills

And the stress lines on your face.

I am happy with placing last,

As long as I finish the race.

Am I starting to look different now?

Is the picture becoming clear?

Have you learned a little lesson?

Things are not always as they appear.

When all is said and done;

We will be with God or in the fire.

I know where I will be,

So, “Don’t stare at me . . . Admire!”

Kasi M. Bryon

© 2008