hear

Her eyes are a festival of warm tears; 
her ears are a melody of cold fears,
for the aria she once heard has turned black—
black as a tire that has hit a flat. 
The world is a void of endless solitude, 
for the world she knew is quietude. 
Vibrations rise through her feet; 
now, she won't accept defeat, 
for if she is the mighty dragon, 
she will wave the flag and
sing her battle song: 

I can hear,
I can hear
but in a different way.
I can speak, 
I can speak
but only with my hands.

Deny me or don't; 
tie me with rope; 
I certainly won't
give up my hope
to be seen as someone
who can hear
and speak.

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