I am the light that triggers
The growth out of the petals
With underlying beauty
Soon to be called a lilly
Whose perfect exhibition is the
Austonding stares in that gatsby
Ball meant for diamonds and pearls
Call them kings and Queens
Don’t call me blind, I am the void to the scene
Sit down and cling on to your hands
With anticipation for the melodies
From the sun at that speed of light
Only aims for your ears and well you see
Without me you cannot move your heads
And feet at the delight of the music
When its waves flood the vicintity for
For I am not deaf, call me the void to the sound
In the chamber, minds grounded
Ears locked in the debate, hot topics!
You table your grievances so loud
That the opponent submerges under your
Sea of perception and there you have it!
Abdicated, heads nod and the majority
Have it, you win so please don’t call me
Dumbfounded, call me the void to the heeding
My disability is indeed the void to Ability.
By, Mary Nyokabi