“i can’t understand you.”

as i was riding the bus home from work late this afternoon, i noticed that a man and a woman, both without the ability to hear or speak entered the bus. the woman sat across from me and signed “hello” to me. i signed “hello” back. she clapped her hands excitedly and signed “you sign?” and i signed back “a little”. with that, we continued on our way.

a few stops later, and after consulting her route map, she tried to ask the bus driver a question. she couldn’t use her voice, but tried to, at a desperate attempt to have the bus driver understand her. she motioned towards the sidewalk, then to herself, then held out her hand asking the driver to stop. it was clear, to me, at least, that she wanted to get off the bus right away because she had missed her stop. the busdriver stared at her, not knowing what to do, and said “i’m sorry, i can’t understand you.”

i told the bus driver what i believed she was trying to say, and he pulled over at the next stop and let her and the man accompanying her off. i sat back down and had to will every nerve in my body to remain composed because at that moment there was nothing i wanted to do more than cry. it broke my heart that she wasn’t being understood. and i know it’s not the driver’s fault, but it broke my heart a little more that there was no means for her to communicate what she wanted to anyone or anything on that bus, and i can’t help but think how she and so many other people with disabilities are constantly one down in the game of life.

it seems that a lack of understanding controls our society, in some sort of grotesque way.

<3.

Published in: on 20 May, 2008 at 6:21 pm Leave a Comment
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i’ve had too much time to think lately. (“the pros and cons of breathing.”)

Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand
Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again
And if I could move, I’m sure it would only be to crawl back to you
I must have dragged my guts a block…
They were gone by the time we {talked}…

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice

Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details I don’t want to know a thing

I hate the way you say my name like it’s something secret
My pen is the barrel of the gun.
Remind me which side you should be on

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice

Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details I don’t want to know a thing

I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel
I wish that i was as invisible as you make me feel…

(Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my)
(Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate my)
(1..2..3..4..)

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice

Whoa, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
You know that I could crush you with my voice

<3.

Published in: on 19 May, 2008 at 4:33 pm Leave a Comment
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