Uncontainable Presence
You are anywhere You are anytime Daring and enticing Changes unexpectedly predictable The obstinate constant I see your bright presence Piercing my eyes Crawling into my brain The pain comes swiftly And then, the deafening silence My body shakes in your presence Uncontrollable moves A dance of two wills The music is mute Rhythmically disordered Darkness and pain I'm lost in a sea of dread Forlorn as you carefully exit Leaving behind misery I tremble as the silence roars As the pummeling beat of you presence leaves The sky cracks open in blue A blissful fatigue Exhausted excitement But your
I have Tourette’s. Please tell everyone.
This powerful performance by Jamie Sanders, spoken word poet and actor with Tourette's, covers bullying, shame, self-acceptance and empowerment in the best 150 seconds you'll watch this week.
I Fall and I Rise Again
My life is in constant motion So different from a few years ago Back then I could not easily climb The wobbly ladders put in front of me I would rise and immediately fall Today I fall, I fall and I rise again The wobbly ladder still there I found my way around it I see words guiding my way I find hands that support my journey No longer I rise and fall I fall and I rise again My life like the ladder Not always in firm ground But friends won't let me down They will reach out and
Mother
This is for every person who embodies the meaning of motherhood. This is for the ones who nurture and protect, who never consider their lives more important than the lives of the ones being nourished, educated, protected and loved.
Bureaucrats
You look at me But you don’t see me You talk about me but not to me You think you know all about me But you deny my humanity You think I don’t have wishes You believe I don’t have plans You don’t respect my basic rights According to you I should be grateful That I have a place to sleep That I have three meals a day If I say I want to go out You ignore me To you I am only a burden Too disabled to have an opinion To you I don’t count as a person
Amy Sequenzia : Friendship and Respect
It is a mistaken idea that we, autistics, lack empathy. It is also a myth that we are not social. My friends and I, we understand and respect differences. And we understand that we all have a lot to contribute, in a diversity of manners.
Amy Sequenzia: “Storm”
"Storm" a poem by autistic self-advocate Amy Sequenzia.
Autism Speaks: Time to Listen by Autistic Self-Advocate Amy Sequenzia
Autism Speaks: Time to Listen by Autistic Self-Advocate Amy Sequenzia
Acceptance
Welcome new Ollibean writer, Amy Sequenzia! We know you're going to love her blog and her poems........ "Accepting myself is an on going process. A few days ago I wrote a poem about acceptance. It is easier for me, sometimes, to write about my life in verses. But after I write about what bothers me in verses and stanzas, I can talk about it in any format. I freed myself when I wrote the poem. In a way, I accepted myself a little more." It is very hard to have confidence in my abilities when all my life, when people
Amy Sequenzia “Be Proud of Who You Are”
"Feeling sorry for our disabilities means not accepting ourselves. I feel sorry because disabilities rights are still lacking, not because I am disabled. My message is, hopefully, about our strength and similarities". Amy Sequenzia
My Voice, My Life : A Poem by Amy Sequenzia
This powerful poem from the book "MY VOICE, Autism, Life and Dreams" by self-advocate Amy Sequenzia says so much. We were fortunate enough to get to know Amy at ICI's Summer Institute at MIT and are very grateful to her for allowing us to publish "My Voice, My Life" here. If you are interested in purchasing a copy of Amy's book, you can find her on Facebook. My Voice, My Life Look at me. Go ahead, take a good look. What do you see? Weird? Silly? Pitiful? Can’t do anything? You might feel sorry for me You might pity me
