{"id":18840,"date":"2016-08-13T11:14:34","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T15:14:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=18840"},"modified":"2016-08-13T11:14:34","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T15:14:34","slug":"see-me-say-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/see-me-say-it\/","title":{"rendered":"See Me Say It"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Fredy
Fredy and Me<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

You see my mouth …<\/strong>
\nFunny little smiles,
\nBetween each word.
\nMy friendly nature …
\nOr hiding the fear,
\nThe sadness.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I look into your eyes…
\nDark brown;
\nSkin light brown.
\nYou find beauty…
\nIn my white skin,
\nLike fresh snow.
\nYou tell me in a note…
\nYou find it beautiful.
\nI remember only a bit;
\nOf signs for you…
\nYears ago,
\nStudying how to speak;
\nTo those who cannot hear.
\nA talker…
\nAnd a deaf man;
\nSo much in common;
\nSo little to in common!
\nYet, you hear my eyes…
\nYou read my soul,
\nLike no other who say they hear.
\nDeafness is not only for those…
\nWhose ears do not vibrate.
\nMany a man or woman;
\nDo not choose to hear.
\nYou hear so much more;
\nThen they ever have.
\nWithout words…
\nAnd when you speak;
\nThe hands of an Artist;
\nThe hands of words;
\nWe communicate,
\nThis talker hears more…
\nWithin your eyes . . .
\nYour hands \u00a0. .
\nYour quiet ways.<\/p>\n

To you, Fredy: He and I dated for six years. Afterwards, we decided being best friends works better. Two different or four different cultures. He is from Guatemala, I’m American; I am hearing, he is deaf.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

You see my mouth … Funny little smiles, Between each word. My friendly nature … Or hiding the fear, The sadness.   I look into your eyes… Dark brown; Skin light brown. You find beauty… In my white skin, Like fresh snow. You tell me…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":745,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13,12],"tags":[1334,1083,1332,1285,1333],"class_list":["post-18840","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-musings","tag-artist","tag-communication","tag-deaf","tag-hearing","tag-sign-language"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18840","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/745"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18840"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18840\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19069,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18840\/revisions\/19069"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18840"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18840"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18840"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}