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Judy K. Schara sums up the reality of dyslexia in her poem:
A Dyslexic We May Be
The problems of a dyslexic are as big as an elephant, But with work, care and love, they’ll become as small as an ant
We have our ups and downs. But, really, we’re not a bunch of clowns.
The words get all mixed up and jumbled, And some letters even upside-down tumbled.
North, South, East or West…Which is which? If we’re not careful, we’ll end up in a ditch.
All jumbled and jived our words do come out, And to straighten them out can be quite a bout.
Panic was our middle name, when asked to read aloud, For the words often seemed to be in a cloud.
As readers we are very slow, For many of the words we don’t know.
In some things we’re beyond the diploma we hold, But in others we’re in the dark like a mole.
We have no real limitations For we have no boundaries on our imaginations.
We are fighters from the word “go,” Just try to box us in and you’ll find out…so.
Slow, lazy, retarded, non-achievers, and emotionally disturbed are a few of our mis-labels. We’re really just mis-wired, But quite stable.
You’ll find us in every walk of life, from doctor, lawyer, to Indian chief, All we ask of you is to have in us faith, confidence, trust and believe.
We are in good company…Rockefeller, Edison, DaVinci, Einstein and Yeats, just to name a few…Now if that list won’t do, Add Mary, Anna, Ed and John, Judy, Claudia, Debbie, and Rone, And I could go on, and on, and on.
Like snowflakes, no two of us are alike, but take a chance, Get to know us…
We can be quite a delight.
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