Dyslexia
Disoriented by the words that twist and turn,
Crippled by the fear to learn,
Peoples preconceived notions get the better of me,
Yet it's what powers me,
education is a catch-up game.
Teachers told me I was short-sighted and lazy, what a shame!
Yet it’s what powers me.
Told me I was below Average and placed me in Special Education.
Yet that never stopped me.
I’m here to succeed.
What powers me is to prove you wrong, is all I need.
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