Can you hear me now?

I’m done being nice about it.
You don’t listen, you just talk.
Loud.
Fast.
Turn your back while I’m still catching up.

I told you I can’t hear like that
you said, “Oh, right, I forgot.”
Forgot?
How do you forget someone’s reality?
How do you forget the thing I fight through every damn day?

You think I’m asking for special treatment.
Nah. I’m not.
I’m asking for the bare minimum.
For captions, clarity, consideration.
Not pity.
Not that fake “I care” face.

I’m tired.
Tired of filling out forms
and chasing answers
that should’ve been there from day one.
Tired of pretending I’m fine
when I’m just trying to decode chaos.

You talk about “equal access,”
but your actions say “figure it out yourself.”
And I’m done figuring it out.
Done shrinking myself to fit your comfort.

You think I’m mad because I can’t hear you.
Nah. I’m mad because you won’t listen.
There’s a difference.

I’m not the problem.
I’m the proof.
Proof that your system’s cracked.

So no,
I don’t need your sorry.
I need you to do better.
Because I’m not asking anymore,
I’m calling you out.

You think I’ll stay quiet?
Watch me detonate.
I’m the explosion your ignorance lit.