DislexicPoet Notebook
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When I Wrote Grief
When I wrote Grief, I wasn’t trying to be poetic. I was trying to be honest about how grief has lived inside me over the years. I have lost lovers, a father, siblings, and friends, and I have often struggled to articulate what that loss felt like beyond the expected language of sadness. For me,…
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How Poetry Shaped My Inner World
By Natasha C. Akinfolarin Before I understood the word dyslexia, Before I understood trauma, Before I understood survival — I understood poetry. Poetry was the first place my mind made sense. The world outside me often felt loud, fast, and misaligned. But inside a poem, everything slowed down. Words didn’t have to march in straight…
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Writing with Dyslexia – This Is My Crown
I’ve been misunderstood most of my life because of dyslexia. Words don’t line up neatly for me. They move. They shift. They blur. But poetry is where they settle. This piece isn’t about weakness. It’s about learning to write inside the storm — And owning it. Dyslexic / Dyslexia They said I was different And…
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Writing With Dyslexia: My Process
I am dyslexic. I am a poet. I am also a writer. Those three things are not in conflict. They work together. If a word, a sentence, or a conversation hits my mind or my body, I feel it deeply. That is where a poem begins. If I have not experienced something, I cannot write…
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When the fog is Automatic
The Fog’s Back wasn’t written from clarity. It was written from inside something I’ve known for a long time. The fog isn’t frightening while you’re in it. There are no feelings to be frightened with. No racing thoughts. No loud emotion. No dramatic collapse. Just automatic. Like something takes over. You move. You respond. You…
