littlecreek5
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I felt like writing a poem (besides, I had to write one for school)... Tell me what you think-
My blank stares-
people look away,
whispering
taunting.
Why?
Must I be treated
as if I am
some sort of
freak?
I stare at them
harshly.
My bright blues eyes
make them wince.
Don't think,
because I am deaf...
That I can't read your lips.
My blank stares-
people look away,
whispering
taunting.
Why?
Must I be treated
as if I am
some sort of
freak?
I stare at them
harshly.
My bright blues eyes
make them wince.
Don't think,
because I am deaf...
That I can't read your lips.