They make us climb as fast as we can.
The one who climbs the fastest gets to shine.
And the rest of us?
We watch from the bottom.
We stand there while the toppers glow.
We are all told to climb higher.
"Keep moving." "Don’t stop."
Because if you do, someone else will reach the top before you.
It’s a race.
It always has been.
While the one at the bottom of the hill
Carries a chain of shame,
A reminder that they will never be good enough.
Their splintered knees,
Their trembling hands,
Obey every command thrown their way.
They accept the painful words,
Beaten with rods to push them forward.
No one ever stops to check on them.
My legs have turned to wood.
They refuse to move.
My legs have turned to wood because of the many years
I was told I wasn’t good enough.
And so, my legs became harder and harder every year.
Now, they have turned to wood.
Waiting for a hand to pull me up.
But no one looks.
No one understands.
While the world claps for the students who make it to the top,
They turn to me and ask,
"Why don’t you just try harder?"
I promise you... I really did.
But I wasn’t made to win like the rest of them.
And yet, they don’t even spare a drop of water
For those left behind.
We are forgotten.
Welcome to our school system.
"everybody is a genius. but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid."
-Albert Einstein
As a dyslexic student, I never received the support I needed at an early age. This led me to struggle silently with it for many years. My teachers only ever criticized me, never once taking the time to understand what was wrong. This is my experience, and I would never wish it upon anyone. I share this in the hope that others who face similar challenges will feel seen and understood.
