Notes to pass, receive, and send,
extra supplies packed to lend.
Laughter with my closest friends,
rules where made for us to bend.
Felt so shy, tried not to cry,
everyday at roll call time.
Hot red face, breath stuck in place,
prayed they could pronounce my name.
Teacher made it understood,
so class would flow smooth and “good”,
we could shorten and erase,
Graciela will now be Grace.
Prayed my lisp would someday leave,
so clear speech could be achieved.
raised my hand, hoped she picked me.
but teacher would never see.
So peaceful, lunch time begins.
recess comes as the bell rings,
happily laugh, play, and sing,
wonder what next class will bring.
Last announcements, turn the key,
count the minutes till its three,
run so fast, finally free,
without thoughts of what will be.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy