Understand

Dear kid who groaned when it was my turn to read, when I raised my hand to ask another question because I got another question wrong, or when I didn’t finish the test on time,

It’s not because I’m lazy,

or dumb,

or I don’t try,

 it’s because I’m dyslexic.

Reading is like reading alphabet soup where

The                                                                  words

float                                         and                              move                          while                I                               try                                         to

   focus                                    but                                                            they                        keep                             moving                               around                                     and                              round.

The teacher calls my name and fear and anxiety rush through my veins

Do I have to answer a question?

Do I have to write on the board?

How long is the passage I have to read?

Will I mispronounce something?

Will I spell something wrong?

What if I answer wrong?

It’s in front of the entire class.

Dyslexia makes it harder to process information, pronounce words, and spell.

Please understand, 

Not everyone learns the same way.

I have to try harder than most ,

To learn, to understand, and

Muttering              About                My                 Accommodations                 Or                    Lack             Of      Understanding            Is             Not              Helpful.

Sincerely,

The girl two seat behind you trying to learn like everyone else

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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