Dyspraxia is like a rose
Dyspraxia is like a rose.
It can thrive but not if it has too much water.
I wish others would do their own thing and let me do mine.
I get frustrated when people insist tasks must be completed one way.
I do not like it when teachers’ treat me as if I am broken.
I find it disheartening when managers’ see me as an inconvenience.
If you put diesel into a petrol car, it will not work.
How can I perform if I am given the wrong energy?
I want to fly high like an eagle; so please do not clip my wings.
Written by Tegan Bee
