I saw a retarted girl today, I think thats the politically correct term, Its not wrong to find it appalling, that the people who tell me what I can call these 'spercial' people, are not the ones represented, would she mind if I called her retarted?, who knows, but thats another matter altogether, I quietly sat waiting for a pizza, a most appetizing meal, and all I could afford with whats in my pocket I had a drink to pass the time, I had my car keys, and I wasnt expecting the monotony to be broken, not in this place, not like this, not by her, she couldnt have been more than 10, a victim of the most socially unacceptable prejudice, that against people like her, what should I call them?, they are not like me, and maybe thats a terrible thing to say, but shes not, shes nothing like me, she wandered aimlessly, guided only by the hands of her guardians, she was well dressed, her hair was cut oddly, Ive never quite seen its equal, but cut nonetheless, she might have even looked like me, a little overweight, glazed eyes, pasted smile, plastic movements, she looked around, it was a nuscence, to myself and those around me, the first thought, and Im not ashamed to admit it, was why bring her here, why not leave her in the car, why bother us with what God did to your child, shes not my blood, what business do I have listening to her obnoxious bass tones, belted out loudly, a metaphoric wailing voice, or the closest she could come to it, everyone around her knew better, no one made eye contact, they pretended she didnt exist, they ignored her and went along with their day, as did I, to look in her direction would have been the ultamate wrongdoing, but we all knew what was going on, we could hear the disobediant retortive fog covering her disorder, she sat down, not far from me, but in a place where I could subtley watch her, Im not a scientist, but the movement intruiged me, it wasnt fluid, it wasnt linear, it wasnt anything in the ordinary, but isnt that how we describe art, I watched her, she leaned over, she moaned again, it was loud, isnt this all a constant search for meaning, what is the meaning of this, how can things like this go unnoticed, why not stare at her, if you told her she was different would she know, would it hurt her, why leave her ignorant of this, does she know where she is, does she know we are around her, does she know shes here, does she ever think twice about what someone else thinks about her, does she have any inhibitions to stop her from living her life the way she wants to, does she not make her own desicions, lacking independance, but holding fast to individualism, is her curse perhaps her greatest blessing, maybe somewhere in her mind shes the Queen of the World, she's never had to explain herself, no ones ever asked her why she does what she does, the answer would be obvious, because she wants to, and its not hurting anyone, we never spoke a word, we never made eye contact, we never needed to, it was all there, all there right in front of me, the world is what you make of it, reality is but a restriction to the pleasures of the journey to the mind, live well and fulfilling, we are blessed with many things that go unnoticed, good health, good mind, peaceful mornings, quiet afternoons, and pleasant dreams, I dont know what she would have me call her, but I would do it if she asked me, she had a commanding presence, she knew her place as she saw it, purity uninfluenced, she had Down, an extra chromosome, and will die before she reaches 21, even fatal reality wont stop them from being the 21 happiest years of her life, I saw a retarted girl today, I envy her.
Reason for writing:
the girl
Birth sign: Gemini
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