She's born with all her fingers and her toes,
with parents full of love and always kind.
Her life, she's told, will be the one she's chose,
and yet there was a wall within her mind.
This girl, she loved her school with all her heart,
but learning did not come to her like breath.
So she began to think she was not smart;
the yellow-brick school walls were cold as death.
She cried behind closed doors, sometimes in front,
until the world told her to get a grip.
Her parents dry her tears: she starts to hunt,
to find a way to make this wall a blip.
So now she thinks that smarts are like a myth,
and she endeavors to be a Wordsmith.