I’m deaf not broken
I’m deaf not broken
just differently wired.
My ears went on strike and were never rehired.
They packed up and left not leaving a note,
Just departed my head without taking a coat.
I walk in a room,
people chatter and play,
I nod like a expert,
not a clue what they say.
Was it “You look great” or “You’ve put on weight?”
Either way, I just smile and say “you too mate!”
Someone shouts loudly behind my back,
and I turn around like
I’m under attack.
“So you did hear, that?”
They say so proud,
Like that’s some mystical
truth that they’ve found.
Lip reading’s wild, a silent charade.
Did you say “it fades”
or “do you wear aids?”
And if your hand’s halfway over your face,
I’ll just nod and wave, like I’m keeping up pace.
At meetings I sit,
calm and serene,
Looking like I’m planning a masterful scheme.
But truth be it told,
I’ve zoned way out,
Thinking of pizza,
with chips no doubt.
People laugh, I laugh,
no clue what it’s for,
I watch the faces
and laugh some more.
They ask, “Did you hear?”
and I just say “Who?”
Then pretend I’m deep, like I meant to.
But hey, don’t feel bad
if I miss your cue,
Just give me a sec,
And I’ll find a clue.
I’m not confused,
Just silence, my slave,
Riding this wave
that the deafness gave.
So say it twice,
or write it down,
But please don’t mime like a chicken, in
a wedding gown.
I’m chill, I’m cool,
and thriving too.
My world’s just like yours but on audio cue.
Copyright ©
Janet Bosson
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