The Disability by Ms. Yasmin Moses

I have a disability.

It is not visible; therefore, you would never know if you saw me walking down the street!

It is not rare, but it is gives me motivation.

This disability challenges my learning.

It does not define me, but it does hurt me!

It is an agonizing pain that is consistently in the back of my mind.

It has broken my understanding and gives me no remorse.

This is a silent disability that only surfaces when it's time to calculate, read, or write.

It is defined as dyscalculia, dyslexia, and dyscraphia…

The worst part of this disability is it has been a part of my life for a long time.

Yet, in retrospect, it is a disability that I have learned to make an ability.

I have failed and succeeded through it.

Many try to understand, but they simply do not!

I must admit it has driven me to conquer my fears, fear of learning…

The disability arrived well in stride when I reached college, and still exists to this day!

The dream overcame the disability and made college possible,

because I made this disability, an ability within me!

Dedicated to those who learn differently, always remember a disability, is an ability!

I Used to Read by Professor Bert Lorenzo

I used to read biography.

My mom bought them for me.

She said I’d learn about success

and how to avoid catastrophe.

I used to read World Book Encyclopedia.

All summer I read article after article.

What a cornucopia!

I used to read history.

I learned events repeat themselves

so the future really isn’t a mystery.

I used to read fiction.

In college it became my predilection.

I read it so much it felt like an addiction.

I read all sorts of things

from the Bible to Lord of the Rings.

Every day now I read the paper.

Filled with news when I leave my house

I feel safer.

I read everything from anthropology to zoology.

I even skim astrology.

I turn page after page

in search of wisdom from some sage.

I read all sort of text.

What will I read next?

Copyright 2009

Visiting the Boneyard by Professor Stephanie Packer

I don’t own these bones though I’ve grown quite attached.

Cervical lumbar thoracic

Mineral families live in my back.

My blood’s damned attractive.

Ebbs and flows as it should.

Yet at night I get nervous.

Is it up to no good?

The breath comes so freely.

That is -- Till it Don’t.

Took off in one eye-blink

Left no suicide note.

The brain is its own place.

A nut in the skull.

Cop, jury, and hangman

Judgmental as hell.

You get the picture.

One can hardly refuse

To be busted

Committed

Just a little

bemused.