You are My Sunshine

By Kenny Jacks

I’m writing this in pink.   

Maybe you will fill something.   

This piece probably won’t rhyme but look at the ink.   

I’m saying this silently and loudly I sing.   

   

My daddy plays Beyoncé,   

my sister touches me, and I jerk.   

My daddy counts in his brown tongue once y doce   

At the wrong times I smile and smirk.   

   

People get mad at me they keep saying,   

I can’t focus my mind is running wild.   

People at church say God made me like this and they’re praying.   

Don’t blame me my emotions are never mild.   

   

I’m not who you think I am   

I can’t communicate what I want   

I’m happy but why you look like that   

here I scream but really I’m crying   

I see it all in black and white maybe that’s why   

I don’t speak when you ask my finger is all I know   

I love lawn mowers but lose control   

when more than two talk   

please don’t yell at me I’m stemming this is just not my thing   

I’m not screaming I’m just crying   

I don’t know what I’m feeling   

it was the umbilical cord that did this   

maybe God made me like this   

my daddy caused all this   

I got all of this from him   

my ADHD   

my eyes that I can’t see   

the disorders, my attitude, my disease.   

Am I a statistic? NO!   

My daddy made me autistic.