Teacher are you there?
Teacher, do you see me?
Sitting so still, not answering your questions, my eyes fixed and unaware of where I am. I’m the kid that doesn’t talk, doesn’t write, doesn’t do anything during class.
Teacher, do you hear me?
I scream and I cry and am loud. I’m the kid that makes you frustrated because I won’t sit and be quiet. My voice is never heard.
Teacher, are you watching?
Do you see how I don’t play with the others? I always sit alone by myself. I’m the kid that does my work quietly, I am nice, and you’re fond of me. I don’t have any friends.
Teacher, have you noticed?
I wear the same clothes everyday. I’m the smart kid in the class, the one who always answers first and is always right. These are the only clothes I have.
Teacher, have you realized?
I come late every day and I run around and climb things. I’m the kid that has to sit at a table by myself. I have an overactive imagination that helps me cope with my reality.
Teacher, do you know?
Yesterday I stole the crayons and you yelled at me. I’m the kid that likes to color and to draw. This is the third day I’ve come without a snack, and I don’t eat breakfast at home.
Little boy I see you. I am quiet and gentle with you.
Dear child I hear you. Your cries are not in vain.
Sweet girl I am watching. I go over and play with you.
Little babe I have noticed. I always tell you how smart you are, and you get extra high fives.
Baby boy I do realize. I sit at the table and play games with you to help you focus.
Precious girl I know. I tell you your drawings are so beautiful and ask to color with you.
