Answer.

Do they see me sitting there with my hands up in the air.
Plucking the courage to give it a go or face being isolated because I dare to show.

Wishing, wanting to get this one right. Times running out so PLEASE get this one right.

All my worth hanging on this one dare, will it be right or will it be wrong. Will this answer stay with me or will it fly away from me.

I have the answer, please don’t despair, I know that I can get there.

The teacher is looking get ready to go. But wait it’s just flown out the window.

Help!

I know the answer please trust me I do, but sometimes I need more time than you do.

It’s not that I’m lazy, stupid or don’t care, but being frightened to trust what word will be there.

Like catching a cloud or smoke in the air, you can see it but can’t prove that it’s there.

Please don’t be angry and beat like a drum or roll your eye back to show that I’m dumb.

I’ll sit back in my chair and start from square one, even though you go on and on. I wish that it was fair and tell you I don’t care but all I want to do is get out of there.

But what you don’t know, is the day that I grow, I’ll be able to show all the things that I know.

By Anne Grant
A proud Dyslexic Girl.