My Heart Is A Protest That I

I Accept That Today May Be Imperfect... I Accept That I May Be As Well. What I Don't Accept Is That Imperfection Should Be The Crutch I Use To Excuse Myself From Participating In Joy.

My Heart Is A Protest That I Let Rally Against My Ribs.

Having Seen Ted From A Distance, I Always Thought If Ever There Was A Place For Someone Like Me, The Outcasts, People Who Maintained Who They Are Despite Being Told What They Were, It Was Ted.

You See, The Deaf Have An Intimacy With Silence. It’s There In Their Dreams.

I Accept Any Challenge, So Challenge Me