R/N: I do like having people review my work and helping me with what I write this poem is about my non-friends at school.

The truth…

Understanding, comprehending..

Never surrendering..

I have an IEP.. Do you think it will stop me..

I’m not perfect nor god..

My desire to write keeps me forever and always..

Teachers wont teacher they send me through my grades..

Teachers that have no soul to help..

My grammar not right..

No one wants to help…

Non-friends throw my work around,

Treating it as garbage..

Unable to see that time it consumed from me,

An IEP student with a love..

I want to write to bring a smile to peoples face,

But my non-friends want to undo my dreams,

That’s right I’m not perfect I don’t claim to be..

I’m just me I’m afraid that’s the best I can be..

I write till my fingers ache and my brain in numb,

But I guess they don’t see that when the treat what I write like garbage,

An IEP is what I have,

No help from my non-friends they don’t understand,

I love to write to put my soul on paper,

The question is in the end do you know my soul lay on the paper..

For everyone to see..

This is the truth about me..

R/N: For all of you that don’t know what an IEP is it mean well I’ll put if in a simpler terms. A student has a problem with writing or reading for example mine is I have a grammar problem and I’m good at understanding what I read. One of my class mates is dyslexic.