Member Poem

My executive functions, delayed
onset, or disabled. They say,
she’s pushing her pedals,
but she stays in place.
 
1 + 1 = malfunction.
Numbers—no hope.
Mark her as “unable to
problem solve.”
 
Wiring, routing—faulty.
Something’s off, doesn’t click
in my head. I blame my head, or
it’s confirmed now, from the tests.
 
My scatters, my brain
clicking and ticking, this
or that. Or ADHD,
they say.
 
My serotonin, blocked.
No one knew, I didn’t know.
Just sad, I’d say, or
rough day, that’s all.
 
I lie in a bed of labels,
sometimes I feel them
in my brain, or
see them in my work.
 
I am depression
I am ADHD
I am learning disabilities, or
I am capable.