Allsorts

My friend is dyslexic,
She hates it so much,
She doesn’t like to talk about it,
She keeps it bottled up.
She’s not proud of herself,
Although I try to tell her it’s unique,
But she continues to doubt herself,
And get stressed and weeps.
But she’s creative, amazing!
It’s not holding her back.
She has so much potential,
So I asked her to chat.
I told her she’s no different,
To any other people.
And that battling dyslexia,
Is like climbing a steep hill.
When you finally get over it,
You realise how amazing your journey was,
And that dyslexia…
Has nothing wrong with it!

We laugh
We smile
We make things worthwhile
We cry
We create
We become so great
It’s like we are here for a reason
The reason to live
But then we have the twist
The other half of our story
The one we won’t admit
Where we have so much
But still want more
We care
And repair
The damage we cause
We destroy and annoy
We try and try
But we make things worse
It’s like we have a curse

That’s what makes us human

Buzzy bee
I can see
All the joy on yours and my faces
Together we can be
The best they can see

We can have honey,
When it is sunny
We’ll see a bunny
And you’ll be my buddy

Why oh why
Did WE get the horrible curse?
My sister got the smarts the brains
She got the bravery
She got the easiness

I do things differently
I find tests hard
My brothers push me around saying I’m not good enough!

This horrifying thing is Dyslexia
We both have it and….
We like it!

A barbecue for me, a barbecue for you
Let’s make a queue, me and you
Jim, Julien and Max, join us in the queue
Girls wear blue, boys covered in glue

Why would people,
Trap turtles in seas?
And why would people,
Cut down the trees?
And why are the bees being forced to make honey?
This is not a joke!
IT IS NOT FUNNY!
Help us save the Earth,
And stop climate change and plastic,
If you do, it will be fantastic!

L ife is amazing

I t’s the biggest adventure of all

F ull of love and memories

E very memory is an award!

Children love pets, toys and like causing mischief
Horrible pranks can get them in trouble in school or not.
If I were there with you and her I would tell her to eat broccoli
Let them have fun
Dreamland comes to them
Really nice toys they get
Easy to catch in hide and seek if you peek
Never ever will go to the doctor

I hate being dyslexic
And you will never hear me say that
I am proud of it
I am worse than the others
And it is certainly not true that
It defines who I am
I know in my heart that
It is a problem
I refuse to believe that
Being dyslexic makes me unique
I am ashamed of people knowing it
And no longer can I say that
I am as good as my friends

READ BACKWARDS

There is no need they say
but still you move
dragging your feet,
as tired as if you had finished
your late night shift
back in your youth.

You are old now
and your build isn’t like it was,
it has become history,
like the one you were part of
back when you were fighting for your country,
risking your life for others, for us.

But now they say there is no need
although still you move, wrinkled
with age,
as bossy as if lives
still depend on you.

But now it’s all gone,
sitting on your couch
watching what once was your life,
the aroma of gunpowder
corroding your lungs.

At your window
you wave us goodbye
like a soldier salute
with your wrinkled hands
full of bruises and scars
touching the cold glass
on a Saturday morning
as if you had forgotten
how to stop.