That child is mine.

You see that child with their hands over their ears?
That child is mine.
You’re laughing, but that child is facing a fear.
That child is mine.

You watch that child writhe around on the floor.
That child is mine.
You look down your nose, the child can’t take anymore,
That child is mine.

You comment as the child screams as loud as they can,
That child is mine.
You look shocked when that child bites my hand.
That child is mine.

You laugh at the child jumping and flapping their hands,
That child is mine,
Yes they may look too old but you don’t understand.
That child is mine.

You stare at the child sat in the pushchair,
That child is mine,
You say the childs too big; I don’t care,
That child is mine.

You mock the child that has a condition.
That child is mine.
The child has a hidden disability called Autism.
That child is mine.

You break my heart with the things you say.
That child is mine.
It’s hard to see my child on public display.
That child is mine.

Before you stop to listen and stare.
That child is mine.
Please accept and be Autism aware.
That child is mine.

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