Black on White

All white with tidy patterns

Perfectly rise and fall in tiny rows

In black with no distractions

Through the rhythm the world of words will grow.

The children sit they read and write

In unison like letters all packed in tight

They learn the world of wrong or right

Compete their tests the pretty fight.

But here sit the few up at the back

Our page explodes with coloured splats

The letters jump and swirl or fly

So very slow our days pass by.

They call us slow or dumb or fools

Bored and like wax crayons with no place in school

Their eyes see paper all crisp and clear

For us the page spells shame and fear.

As I look its not white or flat

All colours here are bouncing back

I see shapes and they see grades

No A’s for me as dreams soon fade.