Dyslexia Fitting In
Spelling mistakes, mixed up words, gibberish on a page.
I can’t do it.
Subjects, dropping the old picking the new
You can’t do it.
Endless fighting, emails phone calls between my mother and countless teachers
Me left nail biting, she can’t do it.
Friends, classmates , strangers
She’s stupid, she can’t do it
Teachers telling me I’m clever but not dyslexic enough
Reading, writing, doubting, stupid, dumb, fool.
Just a spool of words, itching my head to crawl inside and eating away until its inside.
But I am enough, I am clever, and I will conquer it and win
Dyslexia fitting in
What a Little Kindness can Do
The drawn and wizened face,
The vacant eyes,
Her lips all cracked and blue,
Deep in the mind my curiosity grew.
I lend a hand,
A friendly chat,
An ear to listen too,
This poor old woman,
On her own feeling sad, lonely and blue
One hour is all it took to bring a smile to her face,
A little kindness made all the difference,
To the sad cold and miserable place.
Now when I pass by,
I pop in for a chat,
Her smiling face and rosy cheeks,
Underneath that blue knitted hat,
So, a simple hello to show we care,
So, let’s all pull together,
There is enough love to share!
What I Want
I don’t want to have smooth skin with no scars
I don’t want to have a perfect body like the stars
I don’t want toned legs or nice arms
I don’t want to feel inspired by a models plastics charms
I want to eat ice cream whenever I feel down
I want to leave the house without my confidence falling to the ground
I want to look nice and feel good too
So actually, I want to be me, I don’t want to look like you.
I was too scared of the dark to close my eyes even for a second.
My mind is like a huge silent white room and my happiness is surrounded by a wall.
The guardian of this prison is my depression.
Why people don’t see my pain and keep thinking that I’m happy
Just because of those different smiles that I’m giving to them.
Yes, I feel bad, yes I’m faking my happiness,
Yes behind those smiles, a little girl is in panicking in a huge silent white room.
So please… Help me. Help me to break this wall and escape from this room.
I want to escape and see real colours and feel the sun on my skin.
Contemplate the blooming yellow flowers together with you, my happiness.
I want special and rare memories with you.
Yes or No
Yes, or no?
It’s as simple as that,
All you have to do is answer
Yes, or no.
But it isn’t like that, is it?
Because the turmoil in your mind
And the restlessness of your world
Yes, or no?
A simple question
With easy understanding
But it’s not so simple, is it?
It has to be
A yes, or a no.
Because if you say anything else
What will they think?
A ‘sure’ is not a yes
But a hesitation is not a no
Yet you don’t want to sound so sure
When in your mind
A battle ensues
On what you should say, and–
Perhaps a yes will do.
Is it what you want to say?
It is what they want to hear.
So perhaps a yes will do.
Dream big little one,
Don’t be afraid to fly,
There is so much on offer,
Underneath that big blue sky,
You must let go,
And be yourself,
Time for you to shine,
The most important thing,
Is to be honest and to be kind
Time to fly now,
Adventure lies ahead,
Go be happy,
Dreams are not only for in your bed
My life is great,
I do not hate,
It is happy and fun,
When its all said and done.
I have lots of friends,
I hope our fun never ends,
I love them all,
We always have a ball,
I hope they’re alright,
I just might,
Give them a ring,
What fun that’ll bring!
I love them all dearly,
So that’s it from me, sincerely
Are you sure you’re…
I mean it’s not like you’ve ever kissed a…
Didn’t you date…
But you’re only…
Are you sure it’s not a faze…
I think you’re just confused…
But you’re too pretty to be…
I think I could turn you…
But do you not want kids…
That seems pretty…
I don’t think you know what you want…
Just don’t have a crush on me…
Here lies the remains of planet earth
The birthplace of humankind
What a place, so hard to find.
So much promise so much potential.
In the end it all went down the drain
I lose my breath
Because I forget to breath,
My mind is too busy thinking
To fill the empty space in my mind
I feel like I’m sinking
Into a deep ocean
The deeper I fall
The colder it gets
Who knows when it will ever get warmer
My body has been taken hostage
Who knows when I will ever feel again
Her beauty is otherworldly,
Her eyes are like vast galaxies,
Her energy brings a memory of a time
That reminds me of the beauty of nature
Bright, crisp and nostalgic.
Everyone is so sad
But I don’t know why
Life isn’t that bad
But everyone wants to cry
We have roofs over our heads
We have food in our belly
But people give out about sizes of beds
And how they haven’t gotten enough Jelly
We have no reason to be sad
Life is not that bad
Not for us at least
But some do have a reason to be mad
Never the ones complaining
They’re the ones with reason
They don’t have a roof their heads
Nothing to sleep on not even beds
They have no food in their bellies
Not even jellies
They live in starvation and thirst
But they’re never given anything first
They build our phones
Mine the materials to make them
They build our computers
Mine the materials to make them
They build our technology
And can’t even use it
Because they get 1.50 a year
Enough for food and water but nothing else
They are the ones that can be sad
We have no reason sulk and to be mad
We have a roof over our heads
And food in our bellies
Yet we still give out about the size of our beds
And that we have not gotten enough Jellies.
I don’t have many friends
And I’m not sure if the ones I call friends,
Are in fact my friends.
How can you classify someone as a friend?
Do they come over?
Do they invite you out?
Do they stick up for you.
I’m can’t say, as I don’t really know if I have friends.
I hope that when I get out of high school things will change
That people will welcome me and invite me out
That I will always have people wanting to hang
I don’t believe this will happen and so I hope
And keep hoping.
Another great report
Attached to me like an ugly wart,
The higher the climb the higher the fall
I won’t be surprised when you get the call,
The A’s turn to D’s in a matter of weeks,
They seem to know it all, the nerds and the geeks,
The pressure would dissolve like a tablet –
If I could share a fraction of their talents.
Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa
You are the source of my happiness
Your memories are with me even if we are apart
No matter where you go you will always have a place in my heart
You always had a rare heart
That’s why it never took us apart
Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa
Same Route to Training
I get in the car
Drive the same route to training
Up and over ramps
In pain and fear
Mum parks the car, I jump out
I walk across the field
I see the rest of the girls laughing
My lace comes undone
I bend down redo it
I rapidly run to the pitch, drop my bag
I can see in the distance my coach giving the death stare
He yells ‘girl in the pink do 5 laps’
I could feel the tears coming
I don’t know why I do this
You’re so beautiful,
This mood is so suitable,
You not so renewable,
This can be do-able,
Why you mess with my feelings,
I hope this real-things,
Please, ignore my sins,
Here we go, it begins,
I miss the way it was before,
This hard, you got me on the floor,
All up in my head, it’s a war,
I don’t want your love anymore.
I’ve never been a fan of poetry
But I wouldn’t waste a class
So I’ll make sure to write a poem
Even if it’s crass
I’ve never understood how people
Could get their poems to sit in a row
Mine just don’t blend in
Normally they just get tossed in the bin
I Moved Internationally When I Was 14
I lived in Seattle in the land of the free
The land of the big city
The land of the tall buildings and long dark alleys
The land of parking garages and
Hobos playing pianos on the street
I lived by the fire department and a Starbucks
I walked three blocks to the bus stop every day
And went to a school that I hated
And where the only good parts were my friends
When I was 14 my dad was offered a job
In Ireland, almost 10 hours flight away
We decided to go, on the promise to travel the world,
And we did
Paris and it’s tower
Denmark and it’s canals
Switzerland and it’s mountains
Portugal and it’s beaches
I lived in a winding estate by a Centra
I walked three blocks to the Luas stop every day
And went to a school that I liked
Where the best parts were my friends
And lived cramped in my house
With my family, during the pandemic
Where our travels where cut short
And where we watched, scared,
During the riots on the capital
And the inauguration of Joe Biden
And where we decided to leave
Because we were all homesick
I moved Internationally when I was 14
And I can’t wait to go back again
To my house by the fire station and the Starbucks
Where I walk three blocks to the bus stop every day
And go to a school that I hate
And where the only good parts are my friends
Life as a Teenager
Once I was 14 years old
I was in second year and
Life was so Cosy,
Once I was 15 years old I was in JC year and
Life was stressing
Once I was 16 years old,
COVID came here and life was changing
Now I’m 17 years old and COVID still here
And life is not changing.
Why ask the student the five positive/negative things about each gender?
Without noticing it, you were sharing and explaining stereotypes,
That in our society should definitely be wipe,
I saw people writing what they were taught by the society,
So, the adjectives that were written weren’t of a great variety.
Lockdown Number 3
We’re in lockdown number three,
I’m missing my family and friends,
They say the end is getting near,
I simply can’t agree.
The days are getting longer
And my patience is getting shorter,
I can’t wait for this to be over,
So we can come back stronger.
I’m tired of waking up at 8 in the morning
To sit at my screen listening to teachers being boring
All this work is making me mad
The headaches are getting bad
I miss beaches and the sun
And always having fun
But most of all I miss my happiness
I’m sick of this crappiness.
Roses are red violets
Are blue a face like yours
Belongs in the zoo
Roses are red violets are blue
I love you
Sometimes we argue
Sometimes we fight
Sometimes you smell a bit alright
You really annoy me
To the point, I want to hit you
But you’re a good friend
And I thank you