Bring your broken Children, the ones you don’t understand.

You take away their pens because they write with the other hand.

Bring your broken Children, the ones you try to change.

You reject their love because they love ones of the same.

Bring your broken Children, the ones you call disabled.

You tell them they’re wrong because you can’t see how able.

Bring your broken Children, the ones you say are strange.

You don’t speak their language so you tell them to behave.

Bring your broken Children, the ones with secret friends.

You tell them their reality is only in their head.

Bring your broken Children, the ones that have opinions.

You call them defiant because you don’t know how to listen.

Bring your broken Children, the ones you call disturbed.

You’ll never understand why they feel so estranged on this strange Earth.

Bring your broken Children, the ones that you call Sad.

You’re too obtuse to realize the wonders that you have!

Bring us your gifted Children. We will never try to fix them.

Instead we’ll help them see how being different is a blessing.