My Ryder

My Ryder

A Poem by sweet_empty_nothings

My baby brother, my little boy, my love, my Ryder. I love him, he's autistic, he's only seven and i can Already see whats coming for him. the picture is from when he was three or four.

Don't hurt him, please.
He's tiny, awkward, socially inept, and autistic.
You don't know what we've been through to protect him.
He didn't mean to, the thoughts in his head are too deep to think about 
what he's about to say.
Please, just leave him alone.
The processes he goes through just to get one sentence out, or even make eye contact.
The bullying he goes through.
Hes only seven.
He won't eat anything with green.
Only talks about Legos and animals.
When he was four e memorized the animal encyclopedia.
If he gets angry he will smash his head on the floor.
He never looks you in the eye.
He weak, and has no muscle on his body.
The names, the kids who don't understand, the bruises on his body and his heart.
I know he's different, i know he's weird, i know he might never be "normal",
But i love him. 
He's my little brother.

© 2011 sweet_empty_nothings

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Amazing poem, glad he has an older sibling like yourself.

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Added on May 6, 2011
Last Updated on May 6, 2011
Tags: autism, autistic, siblings, love, bullying




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