One of my students who was recently diagnosed with dyslexia wrote a poem about his brain. It is so beautiful I had to share it. He is ten years old and coming to grips with what it means to have dyslexia. As you will see, he likes who he is because of his brain, not despite it.
My brain
lets me be free.
My brain
lets me open up doors to new worlds
where there is peace and where know one will bug me.
My brain
lets me change the world.
My brain
lets my ideas open free.
My brain
opens up paths that I will follow.
My brain
brings peace to the world.
My brain
lets me roam free and be creative.
My brain
will open up a portal to a great future
where my creations will be in the open.