ADHD

Her hair runs over her face and shoulders 

She is pale and fragile

almost porcelain 

Isolated in a corner 

she sits very immobile

I wonder how she had been 

if people were not seen as a number

and numbers were not seen as people 

She might as well be made out of tin 

because in effort for her not to fail

they have removed her heart 

to save time and  verify wallets didn’t suffer

A child drugged up to a medicine 

is a sight I can hardly bare

specially when short cuts are taken 

and better forms of help were 

overseen and set as a back up or spare

So what, if her life use to have more color

and her steps were full of dance and art

So what, if she couldn’t stand still

as the teacher taught her to do a drill

So what if her special learning forms

would budget for an extra dollar

All hard work is paid to what’s worth

for me and you both 

when one can  show compassion and valor 

In order to not have a child feel ill

and watch as her shine shudders

Witness her smile fade into a scowl

and her energy for life disappear

as she internally suffers 

She lost most of her self

and found perfect evaluation 

She placed a trophy on the shelf

and as she watched her reflection

she placed herself  there as well