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Most boys aren’t like me
I see what the blind see
Do you know what the blind sees?
I hear what the deaf hear
But do the deaf hear?
I feel what the emotionless feel
But I have no feelings for anything
So what am I doing on the edge of the bridge
About to jump
As I tried to get back down
I…

1 Comments

  1. shannonrampe on October 3, 2011 at 4:12 PM

    Wow! Those first couple of lines – seeing what the blind see and hearing with the deaf hear, that’s powerful stuff! It’s very expressive.

    I like how the poem opens with a contrast – “Most boys aren’t like me…” I would like to see that carried through to the end of the poem. What are more things that are different, what makes the author different from other boys?

    I also want to know – what is it that the blind see? Nothing? Or something different? You could probably build an entire poem just out of that single line.

    This is a really exciting poem that has a lot to say and also has a lot of potential. I can’t wait to see where this one goes! I liked it a lot.

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