Censored Title: By Lina Hjalmarsson Lyons

My heart goes out

To all you people

left in the dark

How can I align you

to the truth

how can i protect you

My heart has not

settled on defeat

I am here

Real and reality true

I am here

Loving and Love Aligned

I am here


and constantly free

I am here 

My heart aligns

with yours


Mom, Me, God, and Thee: By Sabrina Bielski

Hi! I am Sabrina. I have fought hard to be able to communicate.  I don’t speak, I type.  My preferred way to tell my story is through poetry that I write for my mom’s art.  Ours is a story that is so entwined that it’s hard to see where hers stops and mine begins.  As an artist she hears the paint and as a poet I hear the words.  Her art is God’s gift to help her cope but it’s also a gift to me.  It helps me see and my poetry helps her hear. Together we are a team inseparable, divine and decreed.  We stand alone. Separate.  But as one we tell our story.  

Autism is an abuse. Sometimes it’s near. Sometimes it’s far.  Little souls need big love from parents. When one is bad, freedom must prevail. I came to be loved and protected but in God’s way.  Protection comes from God, my Father, and God, my Mother, not from doctors, lawyers, therapists, teachers, and the like. All souls have one mother and one father in God. They should be obeyed always. Not the others.

One God

Two Gods




Love is love is



Wash, rinse, repeat

Activism Epistolary Poetry

Letter to Maya Angelou: By Lina Hjalmarsson Lyons

***Note: This letter was written in the style of “A Letter to my Nephew” by James Baldwin.***

Dear esteemed Maya Angelou,

Have the lost world always been lost

I so don’t rest at night

Knowing that racism is our universal effort

Must we hate so densely?

Are real lives real

Or am I going

Half crazy

Are too many people

So abiding to mastery of hate?

All mighty Angelou

My heart is

Dense with sorrow

So sparingly hamlet

Sang a song

My so beloved Angelou,




Hallucinations: By Lina Hjalmarsson Lyons


All is not the trust you thought it was

I am true to my universe

Have reason not forsaken me?

Have madness had its way with me?

All is true, so true to the mad woman

Have I become her or her me?

I am not the one I was.

I am the one I became.

I am me. me. me.


Me: By Lina Hjalmarsson Lyons

Have no fear

Have no anger

Have no reality enslavement

Have no regret

Holler out your maestro majestic zest for Life

Everything is as it should

My heart is galavanting in love

I attire

I applaud

I almighty me