Dyslexia

by Naroa Gurruchaga aged 13

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

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