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EJ Lee Jan 2019
English is a challenging language
That is forever evolving
New words are added every year
Some words follow the set rules
But many do not
Words are a puzzle
They difficult to convey
As I try to image them spelled
It is problematic
Some have extra letters
While others are silent
Some have to many vowels
While a few barely have any
With this notion
Spelling is a continuous riddle
Those with learning disabilities
May never fully solve
11/27/18
EJ Lee Jan 2019
Reading, writing, spelling, grammar
All components of language
Each part has there own challenges
One may be harder than the other
For some it’s second nature
It can be as natural as breathing
For others it’s difficult
As they are tying to breath
With one lung
10/2018
EJ Lee Jan 2019
Red
I do not like the color red
It’s negative
Pointing out everything
Exposing my faults
Telling me to go back
And correct my paper
Sometimes I do not know how
I’m absent in thought
Trying to understand
But I get lost and distracted
Because it’s covered in red
Like a soldier wounded in battle
As I try to mend the wounds
It slowly recovers
Before I send it back
Hoping that my paper is ready
Once again
To be covered in red
7/18/18
EJ Lee Jan 2019
I was forced to repeat Preschool
Because I was behind
I was forced to speak
Because I didn’t know how
I was forced to go to school
Because society said so
I was forced see a psychiatrist
For reasons I didn’t know
I was forced to Change school
Because the former wanted me to fail
I was forced to Learn
But I couldn’t understand
I was forced to change school again
But they couldn’t teach me
I was forced to repeat the fourth grade
Because I had to change schools
I was forced to go to Virginia
Because they could help
I was forced to stay an extra year
Because I wasn’t ready
I was forced to go to Connecticut
Because I had to graduate
I was forced to go to college
Because I got in
I was forced
For 18 years to read and write
I’m used to be forced but now I have a choice
To think and speak the way I chose
7/18. This poem was part of a performance protest. During class I held a sign with this poem written on it  sat in front of the doorway of the classroom formally protesting the school structure and bringing awareness to the hardship that I faced because of my dyslexia.
EJ Lee Jan 2019
I am different
So are you
You can read
Better than I can
But I see
The world differently
Call me dumb
Call me stupid
But I know they are not true
For I am smarter than you
I might flip my letters
From time to time
Heck even my numbers to
But that is not my fault
It just happened
There is no easy way
To explain what I mean
Other then looking it up
But it’s even harder
To explain the challenges
That I have to face every day
Even for the rest of my life
You see me different
You see me strange
And call me names
I see you the same way
I find you odd
I find you mean
I also see you ignorant
For not taking the time
To appreciate me
Once you decide
To open your eyes
And see what I see
Only then will you
Understand me
This was written on 6/7/11
Philomena Jan 2019
I was 10 years old
I was an excellent reader
Ahead of my age
I could read for hours a day
Books each night
I was sitting in class that day
Reading aloud
And noting looked different to me
In my mind every word was right where it should be
And mid-sentence I heard it
The shrill voice yelling to read it how it was written
But I was reading it how I saw it in my own eyes
Only my eyes were wrong
Mixed matched and all around wrong
And as smart as I might have been
I was never the right kind of smart
Teacher was a ***** anyways
Abby 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.
mjad Aug 2018
Don't use ****
To get what I need
**** em up
**** me up
Dyslexia *****
Like I **** you off
On my best friends floor
Behind the bathroom door
While they're dead asleep
Our secret to keep
Turn off the TV
Making sure they can't see
You right on top of me
Fingertips trace along your sides
While you're meeting my insides
Get to know me even more
Can't hear our moans over their snore
I can barely keep my eyes open
Swim in me like I'm the ocean
Getting seasick everywave
A life I can't help but save
Swallowed like Jonah and the whale
Pause and we both exhale
Collapse in exhaustion
After our little excursion
Your heartbeat puts me to sleep
Your breathing is still deep
Didn't even need ****
To get a good night's sleep
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