My writing is for the world to read what I think
You are so great, man, woman, child, boy, and girl
You are so great, but when they don’t see you
They tell others, how could a child, boy or girl
Understand the high level of poetry or prose
Whatever you want to call what it is
But poetry, poetry, poetry, he is deaf and mute
But somebody shocks when he can speak
The Deaf can speak, oh come on, why the
The Deaf? Why can’t you say, Deaf person or Deaf man
Not the Deaf, oh well, I am not an object, but well
Oh wow, the Hearing can sign, wow, you can sign
Excuse me, the words are provoking, I know
Like a cheeky brat who got lots of words out of his mouth
But the truth that provokes oneself out of themselves
Why do you think I fight? Is the provoking seek to fight?
Or is it seek to march with the post, “Understand the provoke”?
He asks too many questions about what does he want,
Can you ask one of the books who asked too many questions?
©️ Ismael Mansoor