Blind to me

Why is it I see two images mirrored in black holes
A silver cross
A white feather
I grow with a cross lodged deep in my heart
Kept safe from harm
Kept safe from weather
I sleep with a feather pressed in my stomach
Hardly able to remember
Hardly able to sink
Do you see my face purple with lack of oxygen
Watching you grow
Watching you think
Do you see me walk, spine stiff with pride
Careful to avoid
Careful to lag
Do you hear my comments echo through the world
Always true
Always kind
Do you understand that your still not needed
To me you are deaf
To me you are blind
What is a deaf human to people who need to open
To voice their screams
To voice their fears
What is a blind human to people who need to display
To show their smiles
To show their tears
Who are you to me who needs understanding
I am not hurt
I am not mad