Inspirations with struggles
I am Marlene. And this is my poem.
My inspiration was my representation.
Living dyslexic was pretty hectic.
Living dyslexic affected my life.
I couldn’t make it into perfection.
I was always neglected. Never respected.
But I’ve always detected, there was something within me,
something impressive, something historic.
I turned into an athlete.
I found my passion and took it into action.
Taekwondo opened the window to breathe... home.
I was in darkness until I felt calmness. I was heartless until I felt promised.
I was unconscious of what happiness felt.
It’s strange how passions change you.
Never let disapproval from strangers beat the clever in you.