The Sign

I fell in love with a language of movement

So I went to college with the little I knew.

But it was not easy, I needed some improvement.

After a while, I found friends with the same interest too.

 

In Rochester, there is an opportunity

Of using hand movements as a way to explore.

The more I interacted with the community, 

The harder the desire was to ignore.

 

Now I sit with my face lit up and my hands busy,

Not needing a reason to sign.

If you ask me waiting this long was very silly,

My happy place was this easy to find.

This poem is about: 
Me

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