My Hands
God chose that I should never talk
And share a voice with you.
My world will be a silent one --
My ears hear nothing, too.
Why was it I was chosen to be
so all alone
My inner voice was asking if
The answer could be known
Then I look into the mirror and
Saw good things looking back,
I had to take the positives--
Put them on the right track.
I thought a lot about it,
And now I want to shout,
The wondrous gifts God gave me
Outnumbers what he left out.
So let me take the challenge in
Meeting life's demands--
I have the power to change things,
And it lies here in my hands.
I know this blog is normally for books but i thought that i would share this with you. If you don't understand what the poem is talking about then i'll tell you. Its about deaf people. Saying that even tho they are different from us they can make a different. I don't know who wrote this poem but whoever did. I love it with all my heart. It is my new favorite poem.
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