I may not be perfect but

You want to know how to improve your life? I may not be perfect, but the Lord, no, our Holy Creator is anything possible. So, stop and change the way you used to think. You shall see your result if your thoughts glue upon the Grace of our Holy Creator. Give up your negative thoughts that eat up all your waste times. But if you love gossip, backstabbing, whatever it is not good, our Holy Creator shall protect those ones who keeps Him in their thoughts, their minds, their hearts, and their souls even everything inside the body.

© Ismael Mansoor

Saviors: Blocked

If I told you about the Deaf generation
Your forefathers or foremothers controlled my kind
Your kind was Hearing, and my kind was Deaf
You saw I lived under your rule and remembered

You jumped into my life
And put a yoke on my ears
Thinking it would benefit me for your kind
But you made me forsaken my kind

My kind was a great world to the horizon
But your kind built the wall to block it

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Shades of brown

Ye taught me the words of our Holy Creator
Deal with the knowledge and the simple
Goodwill to the self, smiling with the merry heart
Ye taught me the words of mind yet I try to calm it
They said what art thou? Deaf with big capital 
Or small capital deaf, oh they asked, what art thou?
I told them, I am deaf or Deaf since it’s the same word
Or doth thou have any difference? I sign DEAF 

Oh,
Let me tell you something about my memory
Something relate to above but different thoughts
Me bold with italic and others are bold

1.
What race are you? 

Brown.

No, I’m asking you, what race are you?

I am brown.

I know you are brown, but what race are you? I am a black woman.

I am an Earthman.

No, not that I meant. Are you Indian or Coloured?

I am an Earthman.

Well, you’re mad.

Well, are you black?

Yes.

Really?

Yes, I am.

Is your skin like this black?

No.

What is your skin looking like?

I’m black, a black woman.

Really?

Yes.

Let me ask you again, is your skin like this black?

No.

What is your skin looking like?

Well.

Is your skin this black?

No.

What is your skin looking like?

Dark brown.

Then you are not black.

2.

I know your skin is light brown.

I am white.

No, you are not like this white.

Well, still I am white.

Look at your skin, is it this white? Really?

It is tanned.

Well, it is light brown; you are not white, but a lighter brown that is part of the volume of brown.

I am red because blood is red!

Oh, well. Sigh.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

See he can dance

Have a look at our new SASL music video: “See he can dance.” This video contains music that Hearing people can also enjoy. Enjoy and drop a comment below!

Translation from South African Sign Language to English

See, see, see

He can dance

Whoa ,

Oh,

He can dance

Can, can, can

Oh, watch him, watch him, watch him

Oh whoa,

Oh whoa,

Oh,

See, see, see

Oh,

He can dance

Oh, see?

Oh,

Whoa,

Oh wow

Whoa

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Pride is not for me

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Proud said they but not me that love saying proudly
Oh, thee want to distinguish my hood if I did proudly
Oh ya, how could I not be imperfect, oh, look at my ears
They are not as well-hearing, but they dim any sound
Once Dumb and Mute had given to me but I took it not
I declared it to some that said Mute, my voice is not mute
As well as I would break down Dumb with you to define

I can shout or scream with my voice even if they are not for you to hear
I can voice that misunderstands ye, or I can gibberish
I can learn and speak it properly and then you say that my accent is
Well, I can say what I can if I am to with the confidence

Proud said they but not me that love saying proudly
Oh, thee want to distinguish my hood if I did proudly
Oh ya, they did sayth, thou art show-off or thee think ye are clever
And also did they sayth, thou never stop talking back, give it rests
I did not talk back because I wanted to be pride
I did talk because the mind kept giving me other words to sign
They were a need to shut up the words that were not in good

I can tell myself what I need to think
And also can I tell myself to think twice

The words could think of me a billion times
Various words could prepare for me to stand the photosynthesis
And other various words could sing for me to misunderstand
Until one day I would come to a sense that sayth
Write to them as the books and then shall I sail ye to more
Riddle, paradox, outside the box, and I know them not
For they remain secrets that stores in my soul waiting for me

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Open thy silence

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Thy silence is thine friend
Aye, ye art Deaf, yet Sir Silence’s with thou
Alight, rejoice, thou should be a merrier
For He, yes, Him who give you the words
For what is yet to come, thy silence shall be noisy
Oh, thine love, her heart voices like a heaven
But thee must have thy honey, for a bee, to feed them
Rejoice, merry, and thy joy shall repeat, rejoice and merry
Open thy silence!

© Ismael Mansoor