Hollow

February 11, 2018

Disconnect

Between your culture and mine

I stay silent, except when you laugh

I laugh too, but it’s as hollow as the hole inside my chest

A hole that came with my deafness

You speak,

I can’t hear you.

I see your lips moving,

but I choose not to see.

Just like you choose to speak through me

I am a walking picture dictionary

Meant for kids and toddlers,

And you assume that.

Yet, you don’t understand my images

just like I don’t understand you

Quick to criticize me

But never quick to work hard

And I’m the one who can’t find work

You laugh, and I laugh

But it’s hollow, remember?

Sincerely, my parents

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