The deaf girl could in fact hear
She just didn't want to listen
From the moment of her birth
Sounds seemed to overwhelm her
She couldn't stand it one bit
Nor could she understand
Words didn't faze her
They were always ignored
Even when the birds chord
Her face showed the same bland expression
An incurable disease, one would call it
But the girl had one detail
A small decal that made her
Ever more unique and frail
The moment this girl received
A pen and notepad
She'd cry in agony
As she drew whatever stroke her fancy
Whether it was hellish or heavenly
She'd draw anything and everything
You'd think the girl was possessed
The way she made art
How it was completely out of the ordinary
She never could fit the mold
But it didn't matter
Because she found a way to make her own
The deaf girl's ears were perfectly fine
But she never cared to listen anyhow
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Restless Nights
PoesíaAll of us have our faults, and all of us are not flawless. However, we must embrace our perfect imperfections. This story is my attempt of embracing my own literature. Whether it is intriguing or not, I will let you decide that on your own. I very...
