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There was this box
that everyone adore.
Everyone, except for me
for I couldn't understand
what the box provided
or what it meant.
I couldn't figure out
what everyone sees in it.
People were swaying,
having a great time.
As I stood there
like a dummy,
feeling left out
and blind to the box.
I reached out
and laid my hand
on the box.
Vibrations shot through
my body like an electric current.
And my head
began developing beats
connected to the box.
I started to dance,
moving with the beats,
my hands still on the box.
It felt good
for a while.
And the box
advanced itself to a radio.
I was part
of their world...
or, so I thought.
And then,
I wanted more...
I wanted to know
what the radio was saying,
what it sounded like.
I wanted to get
in touch with the emotions
of the song.
I wanted
what everyone else had...
I strained,
hoping to hear something.
But the radio
continued to boom,
separating me from everyone else.
And I was
forced to deal with the fact
that I am deaf.
And I struggled
to be a part
of their world.
But it continued
to push me away
from their world.
I picked up the radio
and held it against my chest,
letting myself feel high
with the beats,
savoring what I could have.
As my anger grew
stronger and stronger.
And the radio
reduced itself to a box.
I flung it
against the wall,
smashing the box
into pieces.
And the room
stopped moving.
I walked over to it
and laid my hand on it.
It was still...
and identical to my world.
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that everyone adore.
Everyone, except for me
for I couldn't understand
what the box provided
or what it meant.
I couldn't figure out
what everyone sees in it.
People were swaying,
having a great time.
As I stood there
like a dummy,
feeling left out
and blind to the box.
I reached out
and laid my hand
on the box.
Vibrations shot through
my body like an electric current.
And my head
began developing beats
connected to the box.
I started to dance,
moving with the beats,
my hands still on the box.
It felt good
for a while.
And the box
advanced itself to a radio.
I was part
of their world...
or, so I thought.
And then,
I wanted more...
I wanted to know
what the radio was saying,
what it sounded like.
I wanted to get
in touch with the emotions
of the song.
I wanted
what everyone else had...
I strained,
hoping to hear something.
But the radio
continued to boom,
separating me from everyone else.
And I was
forced to deal with the fact
that I am deaf.
And I struggled
to be a part
of their world.
But it continued
to push me away
from their world.
I picked up the radio
and held it against my chest,
letting myself feel high
with the beats,
savoring what I could have.
As my anger grew
stronger and stronger.
And the radio
reduced itself to a box.
I flung it
against the wall,
smashing the box
into pieces.
And the room
stopped moving.
I walked over to it
and laid my hand on it.
It was still...
and identical to my world.
@ Rosey - all rights reserved