"Broken Ears”: Another Poem For Y’all
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"Broken Ears”: Another Poem For Y’all

A spoken word piece transcribed for the people in the back— the ones who can’t hear it.

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"Broken Ears”: Another Poem For Y’all
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You never understand how you really feel about a thing until you write about it.

I realized that I greatly dislike being hearing impaired. I realized that I’ve been living with my disability instead of overcoming it. I’ve realized that my complacency is what makes me handicapped, and if anything, this poem is the framework for a catalyst of change.

Enjoy, and may all your senses enjoy the world to its fullest.

Broken Ears

To the woman from Starbucks who called my hearing loss an excuse

for shitty customer service,

I hope you know that your

Grande Nonfat Vanilla Latte with two extra shots of espresso

was not a

Grande Nonfat Vanilla Latte with two extra shorts of espresso.


Maybe if God had heard my ten-year-old wish

for subtitles at the bottom of my eyes,

maybe if he didn’t curse people who speak in whispers

with the insane assumption that everyone can hear them just fine,

then maybe,

maybe I would have gotten your order in less time.


Conversations with me are like

laggy YouTube videos that you slowly lose interest in watching,

and I understand pressing refresh gets annoying

when I ask you to repeat yourself

more than once.


But I like to think the blacksmiths in my ears don’t get paid enough.

You see,

the outer ear captures sound waves

and sends them through the three bones of the

smithy’s middle ear shop:

he hammers the sound waves on an anvil and uses a stirrup

to knock them into the inner ear,

where everything falls apart.


Vestibular aqueduct syndrome.

When people ask what’s wrong with me,

I never give them a name to wrap

their pity around.

But jokingly explaining how I wish I could

replace the burned hair cells in my cochlea

with the hair on my head

doesn’t change the fact that I’m always

the last person to hear the punchline of a joke.


It doesn’t change the tightness of a tongue curled

around the trigger of machine gun apologizes

“Sorry, what was that again?”

“My bad, what did you say?”

“Whoops, sorry, didn’t catch that.”


What am I apologizing for?


The fact that until I got my hearing aids

I had no idea birds sang in the morning?

The fact that my life is a sitcom

in which I press an “audience laugh” button in

response to jokes I don’t hear?


To the woman from Starbucks who called my hearing loss an excuse

for shitty customer service,

know this:


I'm not afraid to admit that I never remember the

color of my lovers’ eyes

because I'm always too busy memorizing the wave of their smiles

while I'm reading their lips.


I'm not afraid to speak loudly

even if my r’s get lost in the slur

of prideful words.


I'm not afraid

To admit that I'm broken

Because all it means is that

I get to choose what to listen to

And believe me,

To the woman from Starbucks who called my hearing loss an excuse

for shitty customer service

Believe me,

I've got two broken ears

and one mouth

So when I decide what to listen to

It’s not you.

It’s not you.


** Check out another article I wrote if you want to understand why hearing loss sucks in bed. And yes, that means in bed.

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