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