so you see the funny thing about bridges
are that they do not always have to be a
physical structure parting the sea they
are not always something that links one
place and town to another place you see
it’s it’s not always something you can
walk across place their hands on the
railing and hold on for dear life
because life’s winds can take you away
bridges do not always take a physical
space
they are the feelings they are the
connections bridges are the invisible
thread tonight I will share a poem with
you about a very normal young woman
standing at one side of a bridge and a
very normal young man who just happened
to be on the spectrum and the autism
spectrum standing out the other
curiosity connected them curiosity
builds bridges there’s a symphony
playing in Justin’s head music notes
that only Bach would waste the motion in
his fingers on music that us normal
people our ears are not fit to hear
according to doctors justin is broken
they say that the day he was born he was
to mute not the only reason he reached
for his mother was because he felt a
beat something as beautiful as Beethoven
he could wiggle his fingers to at two
months old
Justin was diagnosed with autism he will
never see this world from our eyes
he will never realize if he hurts you
when he walks away while you’re still
speaking
he will never taste the sweet words from
a woman’s mouth he will never pours out
of normal mouths more often than
Justin’s potential justin is different
and according to doctors different needs
to be fixed different is a disorder
different is being too simple because
life must be complex and painful because
we must prepare ourselves for all of the
potential of painful more often than
appreciating all of the beautiful
standing ripe
eyes Justin is beautiful simply
beautiful for if not for music we might
in these days say that beautiful is dead
but every time Justin tickles a key on
the grand piano it gives Beethoven a
second chance at life the first time I
hung out with Justin a waka flocka flame
song was bumping in the background I
asked him do you like this whole gangsta
rap flow he looked at me covered his
ears and said no then began humming
moonlight sonata I stopped listening to
hip-hop because of Justin and started
listening to a sweet sweet song a
springtime sweet symphony’ that only the
soul alone can comprehend but will never
be capable of translating when you see a
person’s soul for the very first time it
is as breathtaking as the moment before
first kiss Justin takes my breath away
when he is performing he is performing
he is not performing for you for me for
a metal that only hugs him in past tense
there is no was he good enough when
there is no distraction of trying to be
good enough justin is great enough and
he doesn’t even care when he didn’t win
a gold medal at a national competition
all he said was I’m hungry
he justin he is the enough that us
normal people too often ignore you see
Justin has taught himself Spanish in his
spare time he wears glasses with lenses
as thick as his mother’s skin he loves
to sing Beyonce’s love on top still he
is a miracle but miracles are surprises
you see the gods the gods knew what they
were blessing this earth with thank you
are that they do not always have to be a
physical structure parting the sea they
are not always something that links one
place and town to another place you see
it’s it’s not always something you can
walk across place their hands on the
railing and hold on for dear life
because life’s winds can take you away
bridges do not always take a physical
space
they are the feelings they are the
connections bridges are the invisible
thread tonight I will share a poem with
you about a very normal young woman
standing at one side of a bridge and a
very normal young man who just happened
to be on the spectrum and the autism
spectrum standing out the other
curiosity connected them curiosity
builds bridges there’s a symphony
playing in Justin’s head music notes
that only Bach would waste the motion in
his fingers on music that us normal
people our ears are not fit to hear
according to doctors justin is broken
they say that the day he was born he was
to mute not the only reason he reached
for his mother was because he felt a
beat something as beautiful as Beethoven
he could wiggle his fingers to at two
months old
Justin was diagnosed with autism he will
never see this world from our eyes
he will never realize if he hurts you
when he walks away while you’re still
speaking
he will never taste the sweet words from
a woman’s mouth he will never pours out
of normal mouths more often than
Justin’s potential justin is different
and according to doctors different needs
to be fixed different is a disorder
different is being too simple because
life must be complex and painful because
we must prepare ourselves for all of the
potential of painful more often than
appreciating all of the beautiful
standing ripe
eyes Justin is beautiful simply
beautiful for if not for music we might
in these days say that beautiful is dead
but every time Justin tickles a key on
the grand piano it gives Beethoven a
second chance at life the first time I
hung out with Justin a waka flocka flame
song was bumping in the background I
asked him do you like this whole gangsta
rap flow he looked at me covered his
ears and said no then began humming
moonlight sonata I stopped listening to
hip-hop because of Justin and started
listening to a sweet sweet song a
springtime sweet symphony’ that only the
soul alone can comprehend but will never
be capable of translating when you see a
person’s soul for the very first time it
is as breathtaking as the moment before
first kiss Justin takes my breath away
when he is performing he is performing
he is not performing for you for me for
a metal that only hugs him in past tense
there is no was he good enough when
there is no distraction of trying to be
good enough justin is great enough and
he doesn’t even care when he didn’t win
a gold medal at a national competition
all he said was I’m hungry
he justin he is the enough that us
normal people too often ignore you see
Justin has taught himself Spanish in his
spare time he wears glasses with lenses
as thick as his mother’s skin he loves
to sing Beyonce’s love on top still he
is a miracle but miracles are surprises
you see the gods the gods knew what they
were blessing this earth with thank you
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