03-22-2017, 05:37 AM
Hope you dont mind me bumping this one its national down syndrome day here in the UK so I thought I would dust this poem and edit
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Stackable poxy plastic chairs
pretend to be disco seats,
put a comb through your hair,
lights dancing on your feet.
Your suit is tailor made
for the trisomy chromosome
twenty one, never been laid
or gone out on your own.
You bit me as you kissed me
because you need to eat.
With a coke can on your knee
rocking just behind the beat.
A mouth held up by tongue size
frustration that wont mend.
Judgments made around the eyes
yet they'd call themselves your friends.
Growth delays a stronger arm
a mind that's mild to maybe
a baby still amongst the calm
still you arrived and saved me.
Edit 2
Stackable poxy plastic chairs
pretend to be disco seats,
put a comb through your hair,
lights dancing on your feet.
Your suit is tailor made
for the trisomy chromosome
twenty one, never been laid
or gone out on your own.
You bit me as you kissed me
because you need to eat.
With a coke can on your knee
rocking just behind the beat.
A mouth held up by tongue size
frustration that wont mend.
Judgments made around the eyes
yet they'd call themselves your friends.
Growth delays a stronger arm
a mind that's mild to maybe
a baby still amongst the calm
still you arrived and saved me.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out