After the Secret
I have strengths. Not one is my superpower. I have challenges. Not one is my kryptonite. I'm that kid in third grade Drop drop dropping A mysterious blue crystal Into that test tube— Squealing in delight Every time it explodes… In purple streams. I love cosplay. But I don’t have to fly Wear a mask Or sport a cape To be autistic. Still… I get to be the hero or bald evil genius of my own life.