Disabilities

The girl with ears.

Your screams.

Your laughter.

Your cries.

Are they all a whispher.

In my ears,yes.

In yours,my voice is crystal clear.

To communicate,you sign.

You would talk about god and love.

If god loves me,wouldn't I have my voice

All to be heard by me.

Would I need your hands?

If he makes no mistakes,

Why would he torture me like this?

Is it all a game?

You tell me to listen and learn.

To hear his voice.

Yet,I haven't heard him.

Nor has he shown his face.

If I am really his child,

Wouldn't he speak

Tell me he loves me

Does he hate me so much.

Hate me till i can read his lips,

But not his words

His voice,you say, is so sweet.

I try and listen,

Yet all i hear is................

 

Author's Note

No i am not deaf.

Reviews

[misha]

This is an interesting perspective