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PoetWhoKnowIt Feb 2013
The King stood tall



                                 mountain top
                         .....                           .....
                    ....                                   ­   ....
upon his....                                                 .....


                                        
                     ­                    many
And stood in awe of his many many beautiful things              
                                               many



He s                     l           o      w  l  y   waltzed across his marble bri-----dge



                                                  ­                     l
                                                       f                         a
                                               n                                       t
(Subconciously) Seeking to i                                            e  his mind
                                               n                                       t
                                                       f                        a
                                      ­                                l        

                                                               ­         
                                                                ­
                                                                ­       i                           s
Vivacious v                          and roaring r            v            r            
                    a  l ­           y  s                                            e     ­       
                            l   e


                                              .  high
       ­                                       .
                        ­                      .
Puffed his chest up well and.


                    
His       al-     zi-     g.-  continued slow in pace
         w        t      n  



Until he  dnuora denrut  and beheld his castle



Stepping  b...a. . . . c  .  .  .  .  .  k  for a better look



Acc e  l  l   e       r         a             t               i              n                 g towards the led
                                                             ­                                                                 ­  g
                                                             ­                                                                 ­ e


          

And just before The King could see such greatness


          over
He  stepped and had his f
                                          a
                   ­         
                                              l
                

                                               l.
Hadda touch of inspiration. Always enjoyed making words more physical.
Ndolo Nov 2018
sometimes i forget you’re deaf--- yeah I know, my voice sometimes sounds like yours, but remember you’re seeing my cameo appearance

sign language gives me the ability to see what you feel, the nuances that makes you, you, and hopefully you see that in me too.

my eyes trace the curl of your lips, the lifts of your cheekbones, the crinkles of your eyes, Not because you’re pretty (tho Im sure you think you are), not because I'm creepy, but because it’s my method of carrying on conversations. In your eyes are where I find your words, the verity on your cheeks, the tone on your lips.

Seeing as I can do that, DO...YOOOUU...STILLL...NEEEED...TOOO...TAALLK....LIIKKEE...THIISS­? **** NO. Over-enunciation is a thing and I don’t need that *******. I’m deaf, not dumb.

When people ask me, “Did you hear that?!”......HAHAHAHAHHA

There’s also that moment when you can’t distinguish whether your mom’s yelling at you cuz she mad or cuz you can’t hear

One of the best moments ever is like when I turn on my hearing aids and I’m waiting, like I get this start-up music, like windows pc, right? And like whammo! It’s Claritin-HEAR.

That awkward moment when you’ve asked someone to repeat 4 times and you still don’t understand what they said... :/

Calling on the phone. Let me see if I can get you to visualize this:
Ring Ring. Picks up
Hello, may I know whom I’m speaking to?
-Yes, this ---- Im here to talk about---. Is-----ome?
What, can you repeat that?
-Yes of cou--- to talk about---
Wait, Wait. Hold on, let me get my sister.
-Why? It's not---
Here you go.
*Done with conversation

I’ve got other examples: there’s the African accent of my family and friends from Africa. There’s the too quiet, can’t possibly speak louder than a whisper, there’s the too fast for my shirt. There’s the simple phone call from the dispatcher/sales person...There’s too much confusion on both ends and frustration when people on the other end must think you’re rude for wasting their time. I just got to the point that I would sometimes ignore phone calls because I’m not in the mood to embarrass myself not hearing anything they say.
I created this as a way to capture all my frustrations about being Deaf. Hopefully this helps others understand the struggles of being Deaf and also to appreciate the irony and in hindsight, the hilarity of some these situations.
Poetic T Mar 2014
THAW SAW ECNO MORF EHT TNORF
WON  SDARWKCAB NI MY DNIM.
TAHW I  SAW ECNO WON SRETTEL
DESUFNOC EFOREB YM SEYE.
LLIW TAHT ESREVER EB
A EHCADAEH OT DAER
I KNIHT I YAM DEEN A RORRIM
NI MY SEYE OT  NRUT TI THGIR  DNUORA.
  OT NRUT THAW ENCO SDRAWKCAB IN ESREVER,
  I OPEN MY EYES TO SEE WHAT IS SEEN, NO
LONGER CONFUSION, AS WHAT WAS ONCE IN
ESREVER NOW CLEARLY SEEN.

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