- Esther Friedman M.Ed.
It's like Pizza Playing Peekaboo with my Tongue
I can't read.
Why is it that when I was young,
my worst problem was when the pizza would play peekaboo with my tongue?
But now that I am older, the words are even BOLDER
Just when I'm about to clinch it, something comes along and JINKS it?
I Know That I Can FIND THE PIZZA Now, So Why Can't I FIND THE SOUNDS?
Why is it that when I talk to my friends, I have the ability to smooth out any rough ends But when I read that word, which I have to sound out first, it has a tendency to fall apart and burst
I know I am socially smart, so why can't I read?
Why is that when I draw, I can assimilate details that you can't But when I read, I come out sounding as if I'm on a slant
I know I am artistic, so why can't I read?
Why is it that I can hit the football like no one's business But when I mean to say something, it comes out as a miss
I know I am athletic, so why can't I read?
Why is it that I am a whiz at "getting it" in my head But when it comes to holding onto the rote stuff, I feel like all I see is what's marked in red
I know I am perceptive, so why can't I read?
Why is that I can fake it to everyone else that I read just fine But the real me sees that I am deficient, and just can't get away from that sign
I KNOW I CAN FAKE IT, SO WHY CAN'T I READ?
Why is it that my parents won't look at this post and see the truth And send me to Visionary Reading where I will like to read like any other youth
Then those words I read will finally be true
And listen to what I tell them to do
I know My PARENTS LOVE ME SO WHY can't I read?
(P.S. I heard they do skype.)