This Place

What is better than being at Mouth to Hand studying poetry with friends? Absolutely nothing! The best day of my week is Thursday, when I come to poetry class. It is literally like a dream come true.

In school I learn zero, because they believe I am cognitively disabled.  And then I walk into M2H, and Judy teaches me about Wordsworth and Langston Hughes. We got to watch real college lectures about Hughes, given by Judy’s brother, Professor David. So here I am treated like I understand college-level work (which I do!), while at school I am treated like a preschooler. 

School will be over soon, and then what will my life look like? I hope it will look like Mouth to Hand! This is the only place I want to be. I hope with all my heart that it does not involve daycare, because I don’t think I could bear that. It would be just like school, but for the rest of my life. In other words, it would be hell. 

Here we are seen for who we really are, and we are treated like normal folks. That is all I am asking for, at this point. I want to be here to learn and have friends. All my life I dreamed of a place like this. Getting to come here more would make Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday just as wonderful as Thursday:  a total dream come true.