The Sign
I fell in love with a language of movement
So I went to college with the little I knew.
But it was not easy, I needed some improvement.
After a while, I found friends with the same interest too.
In Rochester, there is an opportunity
Of using hand movements as a way to explore.
The more I interacted with the community,
The harder the desire was to ignore.
Now I sit with my face lit up and my hands busy,
Not needing a reason to sign.
If you ask me waiting this long was very silly,
My happy place was this easy to find.
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