Maybe they shouldn't have fixed my ears

when they thought I was deaf

so I wouldn't have to live in this place

with the noise of traffic and other people's souls.

Maybe they shouldn't have fixed my sister's eyes

but left her to be abused in the home

to break her spirit so she would fit in

and not see complications and God.

Maybe they shouldn't have fixed my brother's speech

so he could say dumb things like,

"I'm not going to argue," (It's what I want,

that's the way it will be.)

Maybe they shouldn't have helped us to hear and see and speak.

Maybe we can't take that much truth.