LOVE

She smiles

 

I smile

 

Grass everywhere

The color of the frogs

Charlotte likes to see

In swamps

 

She likes birds, too

She likes them so much,

She flaps like them

But no flying

 

No screaming,

Either

Good girls don’t scream

And

 

Good girls don’t hit

Good girls don’t cry

But

Good girls don’t have autism

 

Good girls don’t smile like Charlotte

Or laugh like Charlotte

Or be like Charlotte

 

Do I want a good girl for a sister?

 

Or do I want Autism?

Do I want Charlotte?

 

YES

YES

YES

YES

 

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