Dear Diary

Dear Diary

By: Alicia Nicole Draper

Dear Diary,

As you know I have  a disability.

CP or cerebral palsy to be exact.

And you know something

It's funny...

My fingers don't always listen to me

Sometimes I ask them to hold up three

But I end up with four...

Sometimes when I walk I

Drag my shoes on the rugged ground

Until I scrape a hole so big

In my soles and socks

That my uncovered toe appears.

You can't miss me in a crowd,diary

I'm chrome on wheels

And a lot of people stare.

But you know what, diary?

God says that OK-

He tells me let them stare,Alicia.

I made you to be

A daughter

A sister

A wife

A best friend

A writer

A person with a good sense humor.

And everyday

He reminds me

Not to forget that I am

His serving teacher.

I don't teach math

Thank goodness! I have never been good at that.

English I'm okay at that as you know.

And science well...

I don't even know the solar system

But I do know my place in the world.

Everyday, diary He is calling me to teach

Patience, kindness, and love.

Subjects, you can't teach in one day

and take a lifetime to learn.

It's a rough job

But Diary!

God has given me this walker or as I like to call it- my silver chariot

Brains, and my feet to go...

Gosh, what I am still doing here, diary?

My students are waiting.