many sides to Rosey
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Silence…
Watching people talk
Laughing and sneering
Were they sneering?
I do not know
As I am standing here
Deaf, dumb, and paranoid
Chattering between work
Talking during work
Their mouths continually moving
While I silently
Go around, doing my part
With only silence surrounding me
Like a heavy, black blanket
Their eyes glance at me
Quickly and unsure
And the eyes dart away
Without any hesitation
Were they talking about me?
I wonder and I analyze
My deafness being our barrier
Is my being deaf
That uncomfortable to them?
Who am I to them, I wonder
Just a deaf lady in the way?
Someone boring, not worthy
To try to communicate with?
Or to try and get to know?
My rage is increasing
My frustrations are growing
I just want to be able
To talk normally for five minutes
So they will learn who I really am,
A college educated young lady,
Capable of making differences in lives
Yet days come and days go
We go about our motions
With our responsibilities at work
And they go about
Talking to each other everyday
As I trudge through the darkness
Of silence, of my deafness…
@ Rosey - all rights reserved
Watching people talk
Laughing and sneering
Were they sneering?
I do not know
As I am standing here
Deaf, dumb, and paranoid
Chattering between work
Talking during work
Their mouths continually moving
While I silently
Go around, doing my part
With only silence surrounding me
Like a heavy, black blanket
Their eyes glance at me
Quickly and unsure
And the eyes dart away
Without any hesitation
Were they talking about me?
I wonder and I analyze
My deafness being our barrier
Is my being deaf
That uncomfortable to them?
Who am I to them, I wonder
Just a deaf lady in the way?
Someone boring, not worthy
To try to communicate with?
Or to try and get to know?
My rage is increasing
My frustrations are growing
I just want to be able
To talk normally for five minutes
So they will learn who I really am,
A college educated young lady,
Capable of making differences in lives
Yet days come and days go
We go about our motions
With our responsibilities at work
And they go about
Talking to each other everyday
As I trudge through the darkness
Of silence, of my deafness…
@ Rosey - all rights reserved