Submissions by TheInvisiblePoet

She wraps herself in newspapers for warmth,
As the cold settles in from the north.
They stand in lines to spend hundreds of dollars,
Nothing they need except, one of every color.

She looks in trash cans and alleyways,
Stomach hallow from not eating in days.
They complain about eating way more than their share,
Concerned about how their clothes fit and what to wear.

On Thanksgiving she gives thanks
For shelter under the trees by the riverbanks.
They forget what Thanksgiving is for,
Complaining of the cold as they head out to buy more.
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I was not born this way,
It just dropped one day.
Gradually loosing more and more,
Will never be like before.
Hearing devices are no cure,
It is just a temporary restore.

I wish I could pretend it was okay,
Maybe magical words to say.
People just do not understand,
You have to experience it first hand.
Little things like using a phone,
I barely can hear the tone.

People scream and shout at me,
This hurts can't you see?
Tell me to clean my ears,
Like I haven't tried that for years?
I don't even know sign language,...