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THIS POEM IS ABOUT MY STRUGGLES N HOW I ACCEPTED LIFE AS I LIVE W/ A HEARING DISIBILITY. |
MY RIGHT EAR IS SO DANGEROUS MY PARTIAL HEARING LOSS IS SO DANGEROUS, EVEN THOUGH I CAN HEAR YOU/ ITS STILL GONNA PUSH YOU AWAY, I DONT WANNA SIT NEAR YOU, CAUSE WHAT EVER COMMENTS YOU HAVE FOR ME, I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY/ MY LEFT EAR IS GONE, MY RIGHT EAR IS GOOD, BUT ITS SO DANGEROUS IT CAN GET ME KILLED/ THE SOUNDS ARE SO CONTAGIOUS, MY EAR DRUM WONT BE STILL/ JUST LEAVE ME ALONE SO I CAN ROT, CAUSE I AM DIFFICULT TO DEAL WITH/ FROM NOBODY, I DONT TAKE SHIT/ BUT I WASNT BORN LIKE THIS/ IM SCARED OF TALKING TO YOU/ YOU DONT KNOW WHAT I BEEN THROUGH/ MY RIGHT EAR IS SO DANGEROUS/ IT WILL CAUSE TROUBLE/ I DONT WANNA MAKE OUR JEOPARDY A DOUBLE/ IT DOESNT AMTTER HOW CUTE AND GREAT I AM/ YOU MITE NOT GIVE A DAMN/ YOU'LL BE SO PISSED/ WHEN YOU FIND OUT THAT BEING MUTE AND LIVEING WITH SILENCE IS BLISS/ i cant hear everything around me, but i can hear without the background noises/ look at my surroundings, and pay attention to the background voices/ you may try to down me, lie on me, and accuse me of twisting every word you say/ you may hug me proudly for my goals accomplished, i dont play/ try to take advantage of me, word and mind games/ that you wanna play/ you say you love me, i didnt hear that, i think you said you wanna hug me/ when you say you hate me, i aint mad, i think you said you wanna date me/ i turn you off so quick, cause you think i dont want a job/ but i need employment that wont make me feel like a deaf snob/ im tired of getting laid off/ im sick off getting fired/ i just wnt a day off/ cause i know i am tired/ i cant hear shit, then the employers would say, "WHY DID THIS SLOW ASS RETARED PIECE OF SHIT GET HIRED??"/ i have a high school diploma, and im trying to make it to college, im still in a struggle, you see and think i am crazy/ but you find my skills,talents, education , and manners quite amazing/ you may see me looking sad, im not crazy, but im just depressed/ i remember smoking black and mild back in the days, to get that heavy burdened stress/ off of my chess/ everyday i pray/ you get mad at me for the things i didnt hear you say/ you can hate me,never trust me, and call me a liar/ and see me burning in the fire/ because the questions that you ask me, you say that words that i speak come are irrevelent, because io never heard or understand what you said/ accusing me of verbally beating around the bush/ i talked and heard the best i could/ sometimes i cant understand shit being said on the telephone/ its more jeopardizing living alone/ i sleep so good, anything can happen to me in my sleep, i might wake up and find my self in the throne of god, being judged before i go to heaven or hell, no one is nicer, no one is perfect, if you are scared of crossing the street with me cause i cant hear traffic sounds, then let me walk alone/ if your tired of repeating yourself to me, then cut me off/ or atleast hang up the phone/ thats why we text or write notes, thats why i chose to speak in those actions, and wonder why you see me alone everyday/ you think i cant handle you, but i can take the pain/ if you keep thinking i am strange/ and you will find yourself stereotyping, i will use your attributes against you and your society at a close range/ MY PARTIAL HEARING LOSS IS SO DANGEROUS, EVEN THOUGH I CAN HEAR YOU/ ITS STILL GONNA PUSH YOU AWAY, I DONT WANNA SIT NEAR YOU, CAUSE WHAT EVER COMMENTS YOU HAVE FOR ME, I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY/ MY LEFT EAR IS GONE, MY RIGHT EAR IS GOOD, BUT ITS SO DANGEROUS IT CAN GET ME KILLED/ THE SOUNDS ARE SO CONTAGIOUS, MY EAR DRUM WONT BE STILL/ JUST LEAVE ME ALONE SO I CAN ROT, CAUSE I AM DIFFICULT TO DEAL WITH/ FROM NOBODY, I DONT TAKE SHIT/ BUT I WASNT BORN LIKE THIS/ IM SCARED OF TALKING TO YOU/ YOU DONT KNOW WHAT I BEEN THROUGH/ MY RIGHT EAR IS SO DANGEROUS/ IT WILL CAUSE TROUBLE/ I DONT WANNA MAKE OUT JEOPARDY A DOUBLE/ IT DOESNT AMTTER HOW CUTE AND GREAT I AM/ YOU MITE NOT GIVE A DAMN/ YOU'LL BE SO PISSED/ WHEN YOU FIND OUT THAT BEING MUTE AND LIVEING WITH SILENCE IS BLISS/ Scythe/ZenasĀ©2007 |