I walked down the street
With my eyes on the building of white
I knew they were like me
Autistic and trained not to fight
They rocked behind bars and
I knew I belonged there not here
Not out on the streets
With the ones who had never known fear
My body moved forward
To ocean with sand and with stars
But my thoughts, they went back
To the white institution with bars
As slugs we might be
But the world it had fashioned a shell
Not home anymore
Not here, not on earth, but in hell
[Events 1999, first written circa 2002, written from memory 2014, May contain errors.]
