Dyslexia
They say I’m slow, illiterate.
Another failed spelling.
Another humiliation.
Reminding me I'm dumb.
I say designer, creator, and perfector.
Working harder to become greater, later.
I have to use compensation,
To get the same information,
But then I create connections that aren't the usual interpretation,
I exhibit understanding in terms of innovation,
To make my own unique creation.
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