To Hear A Hand

Author's Note: For the past several weeks, I have been learning sign language. It's been so great learning all the different signs. I've suddenly loved this feeling, of speaking through your hands. So I decided to write a poem in the point of view of a deaf person. Sorry about the long author's note, but I just want you to realize how hard it would be for them. I hope you enjoy this poem, there is so much emotion behind it! 

I may not hear,

I may not speak.

The simple pleasures,

Everyone seek,

Are nothing to me.

The whistles of the wind,

The claps of thunder,

I will never know.

My ears may not work,

My mouth may not say.

You might have it all,

But I have more.

A community of my own,

People like me.

I may be deaf,

I may be an outcast,

To everyone besides me.

I am me,

Everything I've wanted to be.

I have a life,

I have a dream.

I will achieve.

For these hands I use,

May be clueless to some,

Yet they enclose language.

I can now speak.

I can now hear a hand.

Every letter.

Every word.

Every sign.