Gang Green

Mandy_Pandy15

I am a woman with a quiet voice but a loud mind. In some instances, however, my voice is my best way to share my thoughts, but only in the form of spoken word. Spoken word is only a recently discovered interest of mine, born from the study of poetry. I enjoy spoken word because it allows my thoughts to me spoken the same way the flow; with metaphors and similes intertwined in stories that flow through my river of words. When I speak poetry I don't sound like me, but the reality is that others are just too used to seeing the side of me that isn't me but has become so prominent that they think it's me. Yet, sometimes I do not need words to speak. At least, not words that are spoken or written. A picture is worth a thousand words, and so I use art as my voice when no other words can describe what I am thinking or feeling. I have dabbled in the different mediums of art; from oil to charcoal, to pencil, to watercolor, since I was first able to hold a crayon. I enjoy anything that requires creative work with my hands. Even music. I play piano and guitar, occasionally composing my own music. And just like art and poetry, music can speak too. I use music to convey my emotions and I use written songs to convey both my thoughts and emotions. What many find ironic about my musical interests is that I am deaf in my right ear. I was born that way and the doctors had told my parents I would struggle with hearing throughout my life. Yet here I am now, one of the few musicians in my family who enjoys music to a degree of any other person with an unaltered ability to hear. Although my ear has not affected my ability to carry out certain tasks, it has still been a unique part of me that has given me a slightly different experience in life than the average person. I have learned to be confident with who I am, and to teach others to be confident in themselves no matter what others may say. I have been bullied when I was younger, and I'm not going to lie, my confidence was faltering, but I stuck through it. Thanks to my birth defect I have lived a life full of lessons unique to my disability in hearing. And the first day I was able to hear the world in a fuller effect with a hearing aid, I gained a new appreciation for the little things in life. From the sound of a bird singing to the sound of wind whistling through a tree. This quality has helped make me who I am today.