Whispers in the air,
“You can’t do it, you lack the skills”
Words that weigh heavy, holding us back.
Disdain, “You’re not great at small talk,” they say.
As if a connection is found in shallow terrain.
But beneath the surface lies depth.
In meaningful conversations, brilliance unfolds.
“You haven’t got a sense of humor,” they claim,
But laughter is subjective, not all the same.
Our minds weave tales with a unique delight,
Finding joy in the nuances.
“You can’t make eye contact,” their voices persist,
But the windows to their souls hold secrets
hidden from sight, a truth they missed.
In our gaze, a world of wonders resides,
A universe of emotions, where empathy runs deep.
“You’re not a good communicator,” they declare,
In different forms of communication, we express,
You fail to learn our speech, motions, and emotions.
Our thoughts and ideas can’t be seen through your fears.
“You are not very flexible,” they proclaim,
But structure and routine ignite our flame.
In planning and order, we find our strengths.
Bringing harmony to chaos.
“You’re not very diplomatic,” they accuse with a frown,
Yet honesty shines in our words.
With boldness we speak, truth lighting the way,
Unmasking the façades, breaking barriers down. Neurodiverse.
WoPoLi 
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