Stir your imagination. Put yourself in the persona of either a: Deaf, Mute, Deaf-mute, Cripple, or Blind person. Write a piece (poetry or prose) describing an event or experience as that person. 200 words minimum.Below is what I wrote:
Sidewalk of the blind
I stop playing my guitar and reach down. Where is the coin? I sweep the dirty pavement with my hand in rough circles trying to feel for the cold metal. There, I found it. I gingerly lift it with my fingers. The weight – it feels like ten pesos! I run a finger along its edge. The band alternates between smooth and serrated. It is ten pesos!
"Salamat," I call out to the kind soul who threw the coin in front of me.
I find my tin can and drop the coin in. It makes a sad clacking sound as it hits the bottom. Empty and hollow – it is only my first coin for the day and it is almost noon already. I should have stayed in my old spot. This new spot I tried today is a busy sidewalk but there is little kindness here.
The clapping of the soles against the concrete here sounds different. Their paces are brisk and their soles sound expensive. Sometimes, their clothing would brush past my knees and I would catch whiffs of nice smelling perfume. Yet they never slowed down. They are all obviously in a hurry.
I was told this was a side street leading towards where they have tall buildings. These must be important people on their way to important jobs. Their strides are long and purposeful. Their rhythm doesn't change at all even when they walk past me. To them I am invisible.
I guess they don't see me at all. Fine, because I don't see them too.
I ended up writing a serious piece but not all of us did. Guile, one of the writers here wrote a great piece that I just had to post here also. Read it to a beat for maximum effect.
The Blind Barber of Junquera
Rhymes by MC Guile; Beats by Timbaland
Attention! Yo ladies, yo gents, come out—
The Barber of Junquera is in the house.
Come on now everybody, lend me your ears.
I got a nifty story that will live on for years.
My name is Kenneth and you heard me right.
I run a pretty parlor that opens at night.
I'm good for nothing except with scissors.
I'll shave your bony head with nothing but razors.
Why open at night? You ask me now.
I got no time for questions, leave them for now.
Just sit on my chair and don't you worry.
We got a lot of time, there's no need to hurry.
I once had a customer you've never even heard of.
His curls, like a girl's, he wanted to get rid of!
He told me to look. He's out of his mind!
I would if I could but I'm fuckin' blind!
Well what could I do? It's what he wanted!
This motherfucker dude's wishie wish must be granted.
So I told the guy, "Be bold and brave."
I did away with all the hair in one swift shave!
Next was a Mom, she's 30 years old.
She wants her black hair to shimmy-shine like gold!
So I said, "Say what?" "Like gold", she replied.
"Shimmy-shine, anytime, a source of pride!"
Oh heaven forbid — I'm stuck in a dilemma.
"What color did you holler? You tell me now, Mama."
The color of blonde was what she yearned.
But all I see is black, as far as I'm concerned.
I thought for a minute, maybe for three.
I looked up to the ceiling even though I can't see.
And then—whapack! The perfect idea!
I dowsed the lady's head with Agua Oxinada!
And now you're here, a word to the wise!
You look pretty dandy to my useless eyes
I'll trim your hair, and your goatee!
I'll even shave your eye brows, I'll do it for free!
'Coz here I am, the one and only!
The Barber of Junquera, that's right you heard me!
Thanks y'all, for hearing my fable!
I'll see you later, though that's impossible!
Word! Break it down!
Posted at 05:54 pm by bisoy