My Hands

My hands, they move

As if manipulating air.

My hands, more than move

Show the Deaf I care.

My hands, they touch

A community, a nation

My hands, a bridge

Across a sea of isolation.

I want to be their advocate

Their interpreter

Their friend.

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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