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Red

I do not like the color red It’s negative Pointing out everything Exposing my faults Telling me to go back And correct my paper Sometimes...

Dislxea

I was forced to repeat Preschool Because I was behind I was forced to speak Because I didn’t know how I was forced to go to school...

To Understand

I am different So are you You can read Better than I can But I see The world differently Call me dumb Call me stupid But I know they are...