After a while,
I get Gavin Degraw’s message
Of being two souls in one.
I sometimes feel like two different people:
Good and evil
Darkness and light
Jedi and Sith
Monique Star and Angela Bult,
And now the page is turned
To the Stewie-short story
Of the soul who supports autism
And the soul devoted to “Penguins of Madagascar”.
I’m an obvious fanguin when the show is being supported,
Yet, when I leap into the topic of autism,
I go into metamorphosis
And the butterfly feels more mature,
Along with her not being her age mentally.
Both topics tend to be the new Reese’s
As both topics blend together
But they survive, unlike fire and ice.
I’m naturally naïve,
Private is the naïve penguin of the group.
Their eyes are all blue,
The “bright” color for autism.
High intellect is molded with being socially awkward.
Those traits of an aspie are congruent to Kowalski, the brains of the group.
My supporting “Penguins of Madagascar”
May be the extra spice of my insanity.
I might be Arnold Spirit in Reardan,
The long line of addition isn’t equivalent to shame.
I might forget I’m autistic,
I might go out of my mind to make life a remix
There might be some happenings
I barely believe can happen from being naïve.
Again, not equivalent to shame.
Both situations are congruent to a conclusion:
I’m the soar thumb,
And I’m proud of it.