A 1st Grader Twice Over
I can remember a timein school when
I couldn't read.
Being a small child
having known only
Spanish
it was all very new.
I ended up having to repeat
first grade.
Being left behind
while all my friends
moved on hurt so bad,
all I could do was cry.
It was hard to understand
what this meant at the time.
Being son to a pair
of illegal Mexican immigrants
what could you expect?
Fall came quick
and the cycle began anew.
It was very much the same
at first.
Was I dumb?
Would I ever understand?
Sitting there in my little chair
with either my teacher or her aide
to my right,
reader in hand
things became
crystal clear
in a way that
changed me
irrevocably.
It didn't dawn on me then
the true nature
of what had happened,
ever since then
I have never been the same.
This is the proof
and the THANK YOU
I wish I could have given
at the moment
everything became
illuminated.
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