A Language All Their Own
By Amaela Bruce
11th grade, New Tech Academy @ Wayne High School
With lines from "A Mom Fights to Get an Education for Her Deaf Daughters" by Kate Petcosky-Kulkarni, a Pulitzer Center reporting project
"Ready or not, here I come." "Where are you?"
I shrink down even more Shoved between the bookcases
Into my dark and comfy spot Will I ever be found?
She can't find me Do I want to be found?
"Where are you?" What happens when I'm found
You can't see me Again
I'm invisible Speak, speak, speak
You can't hear me Cramped
I'm silent There is nowhere
I see her Nowhere more comfortable
I can feel the beat of her feet Speak, speak, speak
Speak, speak, speak The open isn't safe
But hidden I stay But still it calls to me
In my hiding place The world of the hearing
Mama said, "Don't come out." Speak, speak, speak
Stay safe, don't let them see you I see them
But why? Hands flashing, hands moving
All the persons staring A language all their own
Speak, speak, speak Don't sign, don't sign
I will myself to speak Remember
Speak, speak, speak All the persons staring
The words just won't come out God, please do something
The wall Do some kind of magic
Behind the wall Abracadabra I plea
The wall hides me God, please do something
Its bubbles prick my fingers Do some kind of magic
Speak, speak, speak "Speak, speak, speak"
Its rivers tickle my arms But I can't
Amaela Bruce is a rising 12th grader at New Tech Academy at Wayne in Fort Wayne Indiana. She enjoys spending time with her friends, participating in her youth group, and engaging in cultural activities with her school. Amaela, when not hanging with family or friends, enjoys spending her time doing fine arts including theater, choir, piano, guitar, and photography. Amaela is also a lover of potatoes, bubbles, and all things sea turtles.
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