It was around fourth grade I was diagnosed with dyslexia. I wasn't sure what it was, all I knew I saw the world from a different point of view.  It affected every point of my life & everything I do. I always wanted to be a writer, but thought it could never be. Who would ever publish me? Would my stories make sense? Would my poems be worth the read? I wouldn't go into academics. I'll have to take a different path. I also have dyslexia in math. Whatever it is I decide to do. I will somehow make it through. Dyslexia will not define me.