A Poem Called "Humanity's Rhetoric"

Humanity's Rhetoric,

by theamazinJ

It's my own rhetoric,
different from your own rhetoric,
different from the rhetoric of the nonautistic, normal condition,
different from American conditional rhetoric
harboring eugenics which is now called genetics,
but different than genetics and science,
different from worldly cultural conditional dominant rhetoric
in the mass media,
and the less accepted rhetoric I have known on my own
and what I learn recently
and try to communicate
is a part of a unique different rhetoric
affixed to complete,
affixed to infinitely affinity to yours and yours,
but it's still different and unaccepted rhetoric
from the dominant discourse
many in the mass media,
many in politics,
and many of the lay persons even know...
my rhetoric, your rhetoric,
it's all about being the human being
we all were born as,
it's all about being the conditions
everyone wants to live by,
rhetoric of rhetoricity,
rhetoric rhetoric rhetoric,
echo it, echo your own,
echo the rhetoric you speak of
like everyone else does
if only to come to an understanding.
I live for my own,
while you live yours,
yours may be the dominant rhetoric,
while I am minority away from the dominant cultures,
embedded in disability culture
within my own body, my own thoughts, and the way I live
even as my own Autistic and stimmy and tic embodiments
experience the world
as part of my humanity
with my own way of centering myself,
with my own way I move,
with my own way of connecting,
with my own way of communicating,
and
with my own way of language
that many may not understand,
that many may not duplicate,
and that many may not know how to communicate,
because the rhetoric is different than yours,
different than theirs and different all around
both of us,
I love you, but the rhetoric is different,
even though the rhetoric we use
is different, but
it's unique to both you and I.
The rhetorics speak for itself,
rhetorics are a part of the human conditions
in the being of being human
in the eternity of time to live.
I love you, but can you understand me
even when I don't understand you,
and does it matter,
because if it mattered
my love for you and the world
would not be anything and everything
to me,
I love you, you and the rhetoric you speak of,
and the rhetoric different from you that I communicate,
but can we gather the ideas from our rhetorics
and finally understand each other,
if only with an open mind
like every other individual speaks
of their own rhetoric
around the world,
otherwise we would not be human.
Amen.

A poem Called "Bilingual"

Bilingual,

by theamazinJ

It takes effort,

It takes hard work,

living with an operating system different than yours,

living in the community,

without realizing what to do is right

and what to do is wrong.

Living with an operating system 

where I need to be bilingual 

and live in a world of a different system

of a different language

and of a different way to operate.

Everyone lives with their mind.

Everyone lives with the mind that they have.

Minds work differently.

Minds need to learn to pass physically.

Minds call their own names given by our parents.

Minds experience things differently in the physical world.

Minds learning different languages of thought, beliefs, and ideas.

Minds learning to effectively translate words and ideas.
When one person's language is different,
another is trying to translate it.
speaking means trial and errors.
voicing what we want
even with a different operating system,
even with a different language,
even with a different way of viewing the world,
because autistic or not, disabled or without known disability
only articulates humor, only articulates humility,
and only articulates the grammar of who we are.
Bilingual or not,
we are of different operating systems,
from mac to windows
or from autistic or neurodivergence to neurotypical constructions,
from human to human to human,
we are different, but we are human.
Being human means,
being able to interact with any other person,
it means being able to help others when they ask for help,
it means being deserving of things we want for who we are,
it means being interdependent,
it means respecting the people who brought us into this world,
it means falling for love without hating,
it means learning to let go of things that don't matter,
remaining the things that have always mattered,
it means knowing who really cares and who really doesn't.
Without the paining moment of suffering,
and remembering life, liberty, and the interdependence while in the community
because in many respects,
disability does not deserve anyone, but it gets everyone at any point in their life,
it can make people aphasic, it can make people seem emotionally out of control,
it can make people use a wheelchair, it can make people use a cane,
it has the comprehension to make things incomprehensible and incoherent or even irrational,
and not only that disability can make anyone feel down until they come out,
regardless of what differences the individual has or what kinds of setbacks it creates,
or how the glass is always ready for a drink until the final drop
which is just as breathtaking as the first sip.
Life journeys through adventures to grow every day
into what we want to be, and journey to the other side of wonder.
The only one to make a person happy is when they decide to open the door
of the closet instead of hiding away without even enjoying life,
we can be lingual into ourselves, or we can be bilingual with the world.