I lost my voice, it wasn't my choice
Friends said, "I'll keep an eye out."
Like it's their favorite joke
And I laughed right along with 'em
But it made me think, just for a moment
This must be what it's like
To be born without one
What must it be like
To be born without one
Without a voice, in a noisy world
Where the quiet ones are just ignored
And the loudest ones get all the glory
What must it be like to have no voice
In this world
I have a friend who teaches ASL
To people who couldn't hear it
If a freight train sat down right beside them
And I thought, "How lonely it must feel
To never hear the joke
'Specially when it's on you
My voice'll come back in a day or two
I'll miss it and sharing my point of view
But my friends have heard it
They're happy for the break
And when it's back
I should be a little more eager
To share the voice I have
With someone who has none
To raise the voice I have
For someone who doesn't sound like me
Maybe I could lend an ear, to one whose greatest fear
Is being left out of the conversation
Missing sorrow and elation
Of inclusion and belonging
Someone who's been longing
To belong
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Young geeks, txt with lightning speed,
Old dudes, lol, trying hard to find the next key to text,
w/e our asl may be, we are trying to convey,
our feelings, imho, in a cryptic language.
Codgers love the high from aged malt,
Whipper-snappers are already addicted to texting before they know,
You may go to jail for dui,
But you may be dead texting and driving,
Texting has its own dictionary and personalities trait,
Btw idk if still ily? u wre my og,
Nvm ‘m smh, hmu asap,
No cap, tbh Ily.
Kit w/ ur hak, ur pain and sorrow, ur social events,
I will reply you with im chat,
a chat waiting to be responded,
Is like missing ur xoxoxo.
S pectacular smiles worn by schoolgirls.
P owerful and poetic when the answer is right.
E ngraved-in-anger in case of a fight.
C oward smiles on home-work not done.
T ight-lipped smile is just for fun.
A n annoyed smile when no place to sit.
C an-I-help-you smile if a friend is hit.
U nmanagable in case of a collision.
L augh-out-loud on the success of a mission.
A deadpan smile on inability to write.
R easonably bright on an awkward sight.
S ocial smiles in old friends’ meeting,
M ona Lisa when getting caught cheating.
I ntelligent smiles in the staffroom,
L ost smiles in the ASL Room.
E ffortless on getting an I.Card.
S un shines when they party hard.
Date: 15/01/2016
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girls and boys
skinny or not
ill tell you a story so pull up a chair or sit on the floor
a deaf man came to watch a play
a another one came and said shout yay
the hearing people came and laugh at them just because of how they sound and how they talk
they think deaf people are stupid and cant do anything right
but what they don't know is that we are smarter then them
and this play they don't understand
they don't know ASL
and they play is making fun of hearing people.
Dangerous future, children are expecting
Full of Internet connections
Spending their time playing, chatting
Without any restrictions,
New language, they are using
Easy for talking, and introducing
Only three letters said, to meet a new pal
What is your “ASL”!
No more laughing sounds
Nor at home, or around
Faces lost their features
While fingers are typing “LOL”
Thinking is no longer their concern
As long as "Google Search" is there
Asking and browsing all they need
Answers then, on the screen, appeared
Net addiction that what it seems
Without computers, their world looks weird
Actions might reach the extremes
if anyone with this device interfered.
Pleasure is.
So sweet the seasons sounds,
That makes for those summer days.
Skies make for a back drop of hues of blue,
Sweet mowing grass now sheared as hay.
Upon my face the beads of perspiration,
As I wipe my fevered brow.
The days now long as I swing forth the scythe,
High above the sun beats down.
A shout breaks my concentration,
For it is Mary who is my love.
Under a large oak tree she shelters,
Truly a pure vision from above.
For with her a wicker basket,
Its contents now lay out before.
She beckons me come forward,
Asl my senses cry out for more.
In her tender arms my head gently lies,
Beneath a canopy of green.
Dappled sun light highlights her flowing hair,
For the world id trade, for these moments gleaned.
©N . Windle. 2009
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