The below poem is not meant to be offensive – I am personally a sensory impaired member of society, I am very short sighted with astigmatism and I am totally deaf in my right ear with only 35% hearing in my left ear and I could potentially lose that, considering I have auto-immune inner ear disease. I have only learned to develop a sense of humour with the cards I’ve been dealt with in life, please understand.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of deaf
I shall hear no evil, but see a lot I might
Though I hear not the barks that scold me, I see the awful sight
Evidence of those who hate me are seen everywhere
And they sit back and they think that I really, really care
But yea, the mind is full of ego
And they shall think of themselves
I shall sit in wonderment, why they don’t put the hate on their shelves?
I wonder why every day, why they think of me?
When I have left them long ago, yet they still want to torture me?
Then I realise that those poor dears, they do not have a life
So that is why they taunt me, with curses and poisoned words of strife
They of course have an ego too, that you can be sure
That they sit around every day gossiping of the times of yore
Becoming old and bitter, making their friends think that they are a bore
By choosing to focus on the dead past, the past that makes them sore
And I sit back still amazed, that they have chosen to concentrate
On things about me, each and every day, because poisoned words always finds a way
To go back to the victim
You see that’s the side effects of your conviction
Gossip not and leave the friction