Between your culture and mine  
I stay silent, except when you laugh 
I laugh too, but it’s as hollow as the hole inside my chest 
A hole that came with my deafness   
You speak,  
I can’t hear you.  
I see your lips moving, 
but I choose not to see. 
Just like you choose to speak through me   

I am a walking picture dictionary 
Meant for kids and toddlers, 
And you assume that. 
Yet, you don’t understand my images 
just like I don’t understand you    
Quick to criticize me 
But never quick to work hard 
And I’m the one who can’t find work 
You laugh, and I laugh 
But it’s hollow, remember?   

Sincerely, my parents

This poem is about: 
My family


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