But You Said There's No Such Thing as a Dumb Question
You laugh.
They stare.
I sit.
Why does this happen every time I ask a question?
I'm sorry I'm different.
I'm sorry my eyes let words on the overhead dash around like they are playing leap frog.
Im sorry, but I still want to learn.
You howl,
Twenty sets of daggers gawk,
I want to disappear.
Is this how the other kids know I'm different?
I'm sorry, I have done my best to blend in.
I'm sorry, I do not fit your teaching style.
Im sorry, but I'm no longer ashamed of who I am.
You chuckle,
They whisper, "She must be dumb"
I am no longer sorry.
Why would you announce to the class I am a dumb hiding behind dyslexia?
I am not sorry, I am human too.
I am not sorry, why would you tell me I had no chance of passing last weeks test?
I am not sorry, I got the highest score and you must be mad that I proved you wrong.
I ask a question,
You snicker,
They snicker too.
Why do you treat me this way?
I am a student too.
I am not going to blend in with my classmates.
I am going to keep asking questions.