I Was The Youngest And

I've Always Wanted To Write A Book Relating My Experiences Growing Up As A Deaf Child In Chicago. Contrary To What People Might Think, It Wasn't All About Hearing Aids And Speech Classes Or Frustrations.

I Find The Mantle Of, She Works Hard For The Money, Or, She's Overcome So Many Obstacles A Bit Overused.

Maybe My Way Of Communicating Through Sign Made Me More In Tune With My Body And How It Moved. Who Knows? I Just Know When I Saw A Stage For The First Time, I Wanted To Be On It.

I Live My Life Like Everyone Else; Everyone Has Their Own Obstacles. Mine Is Deafness.

I'm The Only One In My Family Who Is Deaf, And There Are Still Conversations That Go Around Me That I Miss Out On. And I Ask What's Going On, And I Have To Ask To Be Included. But I'm Not Going To Be Sad About It. I Don't Live In Sad Isolation. It's Just A Situation I'm Used To.