Dyslexia
it’s not just a disability
it’s an annoyance, people say
but I can’t help it
I was born this way,
the average person sees
written instructions—
to them, a simple plan
but for me—
a new language
in a foreign land,
what you see clearly
I struggle to see
that’s dyslexia—
that’s just me,
when I go someplace unfamiliar
my directions are skewed
I choose the wrong way first
like I always do,
it’s easy for you
not easy for me
I wouldn’t judge you
like you judge me,
give me a problem
others can fix
because I’m highly logical
the solution just clicks,
dyslexia isn’t chosen
it’s part of my design
and even with the struggle
my mind still shines.
This is good informative poem. My son has dyslexia and though it takes him a little longer to read things, it does not change who he is. I love when I can relate to a piece
You are you and that is all that matters. Great poem.
you sure do shine beautiful Jackie I leave out whole words my brain says are there you have my sympathy ❤️
Powerfully penned, Jackie. Amazing write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian