My Pizazz

My Pizazz


I was not like others.

I only understood numbers.

I thought I was fine,

But that was poorly defined.


I consistently struggled,

Which left me puzzled.

I learned like my peers

So it appears.

Until they detected that I have been misdirected

which is not what we expected.


This was common they said.

Was I gunna drop dead?

I lifted up my head, as they said,

You have simply misread.

It’s all in your head.

Enough be said. You have a disability,

One that changes your comprehensibility.

Dyslexia is what it’s known as,

Which gives you more pizazz.


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