Fourth Grade Evaluation
I remember bits and pieces of it.
The pattern she showed me,
I could not decipher then,
now has faded completely.
What I remember the most
was how my mother fished for
more of an answer than just,
“I am a ‘learning disability.’”
I remember how the woman answered
voice rushed as if, overheard,
she would be fired.
“Twenty years ago your daughter
would be severely dyslexic.”
Now I’m weirder than ever.
Now I’m a stupid girl with a fancy label.
I am in this world where I am weird,
created for the teasing of my peers.
I don’t want to be weird.
I want to be me, but
who am I at this desk
if not a weird dyslexic?
My mother however, told me when I asked,
“What does ‘dyslexic’
“It means you have to be
really smart to be dyslexic.”
Sadly, the good things said
are often drowned out by the bad…
for I was a Learning Disability
to everyone who taught me.
“Hopeless”, they thought as they threw out
my test scores to make their
school look smarter.
Thrown into a room with two others
that knew no other label. Really,
just a learning disability?
Pulled out of class
to do work with the Special teacher…
Now I am special? Another way of saying
now I am a weird-stupid-learning-disability.
Another would tell my mother I was…”So severe”
that I would never learn to write or read.
Never amount to anything…
freak…is all I heard.
By Silvaan Ruth
For more of these Poems click Here