Mayra Ron
Mayra Ron good-humoredly refers to herself as a "crazy woman" – and despite her positive attitude, the challenges she's faced would tend to make anyone a little bit crazy...
For the first 17 years of Christian's life, Mayra raised him as a single mom, and like many of you who are reading this, she's known her share of tears and frustration. Her hope for parents, says Mayra, is to "Give the good fight ... believe in what your gut tells you about your son or daughter. No one but you knows him or her best. Love them, and let them know every minute of the day that you love them."
"The poem I have chosen here," says Mayra, "has nothing to do with having a son with autism, or its pain. It is about art and being an artist without a diagnostic or a label." Yet she recognizes the parallel, and notes that, like art, "our offspring should be seen and recognized as artists in their own right!"
I Am Art by Mayra Ron I am art Don't you see it? It's all over me It covers my clothes ... as odd as they are It shields my brassiere ... ? ... for I use none It protects my feet ... Rarer specimens of shoes you have never seen It wraps my hair in a henna red as a striking eye binding red rosen air For I am art Love me... Understand me... Do not judge me just ... See me... I am art I never go unnoticed My hair, my clothes ... My shoes scream attention Yet I plead for none ... believe me I am just art I am just art Naturally...Without pretention So please do not shy away ... Pretend to not notice me Or scream at me as if I needed your redemption I am art Tis all I am what I am You do not like me? That's okay I am art And I need no acceptance |
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