Florida Literacy Coalition
Open Books Open Minds Conference

Learning is a Process That Never Ends

 

You can’t lose anything

but you can gain a lot!

  Oralee

 

I would like to thank

the Florida Literacy Coalition

and the Department of Education

for this opportunity to tell my story.

 

Educational opportunities did not come easily for me.

We were so poor

we slept six people in one bed.

Back then, times were hard.

I was forced to drop out of school at age fifteen

so I could help take care of my family.

I worked in the fields

and went to school when I could.

I got pregnant at an early age.

Later we moved.

It was no fun.

It was difficult.

It was a struggle.

 

The 7th grade was too hard.

The other kids made fun of me.

When I did go to school,

I’d hide in the bathroom

so I wouldn’t have to listen to them call me names.

School          
was no longer fun,

so I quit.

School wasn’t for me,

it just wasn’t my thing.

Driven by money,

had to have my bling-bling.

It was a struggle.

 

I thought I would go back to school one day,

but time passed

and I never went back.

People say though

learning is a process that never ends. 

I will be 74 years old next November

and I still study English.

It is a struggle.

 

There are many things in life I want to do –

open my own business,

be a doctor,

a medical assistant,

a nurse, a flight attendant,

a better mother,

a better father,

I want to go to college to be a teacher

and give back some of the wonderful lessons

I have learned in this program,

I just want to support my family.

It doesn’t have to be a struggle.

 

There are no walls in life

and the trip on this highway has been easier

because of the drivers I have had.

She is like the sun rising each day,

radiant and always there.

I know I will reach my goals

because everything is possible.

 

I’ve been working on a rainbow

and words cannot express my gratitude

for literacy workers

and the programs they provide.

 

It is like my life

is starting

all over again.

 

Good luck!

 

A ‘found poem’

Lines used are from ‘My Journey – A collection of Essays by Florida’s Adult Learners’

Frustration

 

Red like fire,

like blood vessels bursting,

an irritated throat,

a stop

sign.

 

It happens when there is a word

I cannot understand,

when I can't move forward,

when 'it' doesn't work like I want it to.

 

Frustration smells like burnt toast

and feels like

a straitjacket. 

 

It hurts.

 

A group poem from Open Books Open Minds

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