Brilliance Born in the Barrio

My brilliance? It’s the spark of a neurodivergent mind,

Unorthodox in rhythm, weaving through space and time.

I hail from the ghetto, where hope’s a distant dream,

But I see the unseen, paint the impossible with schemes.

They tell me I’m different, a puzzle without a frame, but they can’t grasp the fire of this Punjabi flame. From the concrete streets where dreams get slain, I rise like smoke, like a rebel untamed.

My thoughts run wild, a whirlwind in the night, no map to follow, no tether in sight. They call it a flaw, a glitch in the plan, But my brilliance bursts forth like a mariachi band.

Yeah, there’s limits, borders they try to draw, but my gifts break chains, defy every law.

I see the world in colors they can’t define, From the heart of the barrio, I rewrite every line.

Extreme gifts, from the limits they impose, I turn every “no” into a thousand “go’s.”

Neurodivergent, they say with a frown, But this mind of mine flips their whole world upside down. I’m the beat in the silence, the light in the dark, from the Mexican ghetto, I leave my mark.

An outcast, a genius, a spirit unchained, My brilliance, my struggle it’s all intertwined with my name.

So, let them talk, let them misunderstand, I’ll keep breaking through walls with this brilliant hand.

For every limit they set, I find new extremes, from the streets of the barrio, I’m living my dreams.