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Dec 2018
I am an oddly shaped peg
And if you try and fit me into
A square hole
I will struggle
But
I will adapt
I will chip parts off
And add bits there
Until I look like everybody else
And fit into your stupid
Simple
Hole
And I will hurt
But I will try
And no one will notice that I cry
When you don’t see
Because this is not me
But let me be my oddly shaped peg
With my beautiful curves
And different edges
And give me something soft
Give me clay
Give me sand
Give me something in my hand
And I will make the most beautiful
Patterns that you have never seen
I will make new holes
And odd shapes
That make people stop and look
I will glue the bits back on
And mould myself back
And smile at the square pegs
And the square holes
Because really
They are different
Just like me
Someone asked me what I struggle with, with dyslexia. It was easier to answer with a poem.
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Abby  34/F
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