Everyone knows my sister is brilliant. The letters come home folded neatly. inside official-looking envelopes that my sister proudly hands over to my mother. Odella has achievedOdella has excelled atOdella has been recommended toOdella's outstanding performance inShe is gifted we are told. And I imagine presents surrounding her.I am not gifted. When I read, the words twisttwirl across the page.When they settle, it is too late. The class has already moved on.I want to catch words one day. I want to hold themthen gently, watch them float right out of my hands
Gifted
Odella
Ok guys we will be reading today
I can read just perfect
WelcomeLets read!
Jacqueline
But I can't read the words are twisted al1 together.
I chose this poem because I can relate to Jacqueline. My older sisters are so smart and athletic. It seems like they are good at everything. Everytime I think I have accomplished something good they just have something new that they are good at. I love my sisters a lot and I love that they are smart but sometimes I feel like I can never be as smart as them. Although, I feel this way my mom always assures me that I am just as good as my sisters, but sometimes it just doesn't feel that way.