Freedom of Speech

Today I wrote a piece for the podcast, My Words are My Voice, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever written. I wanted to put it on my blog too. 
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Inside me is so much. I am smart and have so much to say. But my stupid body totally does not work. It doesn’t allow my real thoughts to come out of my mouth. I talk for real by typing my words on a letterboard.

But so many people don’t believe we are typing. Why they don’t, I really don’t understand. The facts are:  my teachers and my Mom don’t touch me. They don’t move the letterboard. There is literally zero chance they are telling me what to say. All you have to do is watch me to see that. 

But the nonbelievers never take the time to actually watch us. They just deny me the right to talk in the way I can. I have to be home schooled because they won’t allow me to use this method in school. 

So what does freedom of speech mean to me? It means not only the right to say anything, but also the right to say it any way I choose. That is the meaning of freedom of speech:  the right to express yourself.