The differently deranged god of Special Ed
gathers her children about her.
She laughs heartily.
She teaches them steadfastness.
She teaches them the art of surprise.
She teaches them that others will blink
She councils them
Only reveal through fanned out feathers .
Glimpses of your incandescent selves.
She tells them,
Others will call you imbecile.
Others will call you idiot.
Still others will call you mental.
They will even call you retard.
She whispers consolingly
You transcend labels
to compensate for their
vastly underdeveloped sense making skills.
Give no heed to those puny hearted souls,
who will never grasp that
you are more fully human than they will ever be.
While they puzzle out the mundane,
You shine. Divinely.