paper is the most friendly of friends.
it does not judge, not a single soul.
is this why i write?
writing is the only way I can express such complex thoughts and emotions.
how did we first communicate?
can I communicate to sound?
"I do not wish for noise, I wish for sound"
I do not wish to stop writing
I wish for a way to communicate
there is no diagnosis of this
people wish to understand me by labeling me
sure, I lable myself as well
there are some things that are not curable, some things attempt to sneak away from the firm grasp that is lables
we are outcasts
outcasts trying to escape the noise
i am not deaf, I am simply mute
i am not mute, I simply posess silence
can I just be human, without sound getting in the way?
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A/N:
this story is not based off a true story. I do not want to offend anyone who is indeed mute-or deaf-with this piece. I am not an extremely experienced writer, so I apologize if this-or any other chapters in this story-lack interest or detail. I'm not even quite sure if this counts as poetry, but then again, how else do we communicate, if not for the "romanticized way to look at conflict?" This is my first piece, so please forgive me as I attempt to fix any errors in this parts
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As Silent as A Second Language
PoesíaPoems are often disregarded as a romanticized way of looking at conflict. Here we meet a young girl, who has been mute since she was three. No friends, no life at all. The only way she survives is through her poems. Little do her doctors and countle...
