We came from her womb

You are Hearing,
Nothing is wrong with you;
And I am Deaf,
Nothing is wrong with me.

I may not speak
Nor hear very well like you;
And you may not sign
Nor listen very well like me.

Grace is you that speaks and hear;
And grace is me that signs and listen.

You are a child of Earth,
So do I a child of Earth;
You and I made,
from the Earth, from her womb.

You are your Hearing mind,
And I am my Deaf mind;
Grace is you with the Heard,
And grace is me with the Unheard.

© Ismael Mansoor