Words by: anonymous
I have always known I had a voice
The vibrations shaking my throat
A cacophony of sounds causing aftershocks and spluttering coughs However detailed and descriptive my speech was it never quite made it to my ears.
So I learned to read
Lips
Tongue
Throat
Tied together with a ribbon of context
Understanding the big picture but never the finer details.
I find my language in a well lit room
In a semicircle of chairs
Slowly building
Babbling through crashing hands
I find my language through watching
Eavesdropping on conversations
I am so entranced by how smoothly they converse
How beautiful it is to finally understand
I find my voice
I find language
I find community
Placed in the palms of my hands
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