Dyslexia: Childhood self-esteem issues with discrimination, misunderstandings.
Don't ask me to read
Don't choose me again
I get nervous inside
I have to pretend.
I can't tell the "D" from the "P" or the "B"
I can't see it clear
It looks backwards to me.
I can't see the spaces
Between each word
The kids are laughing
My feelings are hurt.
Please understand
I learn at my speed
It's too humilating
When I have to read.
I practice at home
Picking each word apart
I go back to the beginning
Way back to the start.
I have to work harder
Than most students do
Determined to be
A good reader, too.
Dyslexia's my challenge
Learning a special way
I have to compensate
Each and everyday.
Compensate, compensate
What does that mean?
It means to adjust
And work harder, it seems.
I try to be positive
Try to be strong.
I feel so lost
When I answer all wrong.
I fight bad feelings
Almost everyday
I must keep trying
To learn my own way.
Not much difference
Between me and most
I can draw quite well
Run fast, cheer and toast!
I can be a good friend
Keep secrets in mind
Responsible, dependable
Most of the time.
A pro at video games
Computers and Chess
I can spin a wheelie
Skate backwards at best.
Play an instrument
Sing a solo
Hit a home run
Spin a yo-yo.
Great with a basketball
Know how to share
Accept who I am
Show that you care.
So many things I do
At regular pace
Take time to know me
Life's not a race.
I'll play close attetnion
Sit focused indeed
I won't be a bother
Please hear my needs.
When you see me, teacher,
Looking lost on a cloud
Remember not to choose me
When the class reads outloud.
Poetry by Sandra Ephraim
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Written on 2008-04-28 at 17:01
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Don't Ask Me to Read
Don't Ask Me to ReadDon't ask me to read
Don't choose me again
I get nervous inside
I have to pretend.
I can't tell the "D" from the "P" or the "B"
I can't see it clear
It looks backwards to me.
I can't see the spaces
Between each word
The kids are laughing
My feelings are hurt.
Please understand
I learn at my speed
It's too humilating
When I have to read.
I practice at home
Picking each word apart
I go back to the beginning
Way back to the start.
I have to work harder
Than most students do
Determined to be
A good reader, too.
Dyslexia's my challenge
Learning a special way
I have to compensate
Each and everyday.
Compensate, compensate
What does that mean?
It means to adjust
And work harder, it seems.
I try to be positive
Try to be strong.
I feel so lost
When I answer all wrong.
I fight bad feelings
Almost everyday
I must keep trying
To learn my own way.
Not much difference
Between me and most
I can draw quite well
Run fast, cheer and toast!
I can be a good friend
Keep secrets in mind
Responsible, dependable
Most of the time.
A pro at video games
Computers and Chess
I can spin a wheelie
Skate backwards at best.
Play an instrument
Sing a solo
Hit a home run
Spin a yo-yo.
Great with a basketball
Know how to share
Accept who I am
Show that you care.
So many things I do
At regular pace
Take time to know me
Life's not a race.
I'll play close attetnion
Sit focused indeed
I won't be a bother
Please hear my needs.
When you see me, teacher,
Looking lost on a cloud
Remember not to choose me
When the class reads outloud.
Poetry by Sandra Ephraim
Read 664 times
Written on 2008-04-28 at 17:01
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