I am the girl in your class who rambles.

Talks too fast.

Too long.

Who jabbers for hours on end

To make up for the scrambled 2D words that remain blocked

Within her brain.

I am the girl in your class who is unable to complete simple tasks.

Who can't remember to go to the bathroom

Or eat food.

Who needs a bridge built for her

Because she can't just pick up the scattered remains on the other side.

I am the girl in your class who cannot write.

Whose hands lay still,

Unmoving.

A wall, a dam,

Built up so high.

Refusing to allow words to flow.

I am the girl who schemes in someday freeing

Freeing-

The pen imprisoned inside

The forever steady jail bars.

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hii! I switch up the gender roles a lot between my poems so sorry if that gets confusing for you. This poem was about ADHD and dysgraphia (from first-hand experience... yAy fuN), but it could apply to anyone.