Don't take it for granted,
for all its simplicity,
for I do not have it,
I, for one, can not see,
All the parts of a puzzle,
All the parts of a person,
It all gets confused
And often it worsens.

I try to explain,
I try to show,
I try to tell,
So others will know
That I can't be ignored,
I can't be misled,
If a stranger finds out,
I'd be threatened, perhaps dead.

I'd be forced to say,
I don't remember the face,
The eyes, the hair,
Or the race.

This world around me
Is not a fair place.
It is not easy
For me to save face
'Cause people out there
Can be really mean,
They'll say that they're Christy
And really be Gene.

And how can I tell
If they're telling the truth?
How can I tell if they're
Paul or Ruth?
And if they lie,
How will I know?
Facial expressions
Are easy to show,

But difficult to read,
For someone like me.
I might not know the difference
Between teasing or glee.
I know from experience
Most people don't believe,
Because when I tell them,
Some laugh and then leave.

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