Looking down I realise how far away I am,
how disconnected I am,
how unconnected I am.
Even when I speak in a language I understand,
I need an interpreter to tell them what I mean.
I roar and shout inside, my mouth utters no sound,
I’m deaf and dumb, though I speak.
Sometimes they understand,
when I squeal or tap on wood,
why don’t they understand when I am silent?
When all speak white and I black.
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