Dyslexia

I don’t read things backwards Dog doesn’t become god Racecar is always racecar It’s like when I read my mind becomes a blizzard They think my mind is flawed B’s become D’s, Q’s and P’s You see what I mean W’s, M’s N’s, and U’s I don’t need some miracle or breakthrough I don’t need your help or pity Sweetie, this is who I am It’s not some disability I’m tired of this stigma you put on me I have a gift, dyslexia It’s me