My name is Jonas,

I'm eight years old and I'm deaf,

Sometimes you have to repeat things to me that I miss,

Besides the hearing problem I'm normal,

So could you treat me like it?

I like almost anything from cars to art,

From playing games to playing tennis and making hits,

When you ignore me it can hurt,

When you wave to me or say hi,

You not only notice I'm there but you acknowledge me,

Be careful what you do or it may be goodbye,

For one mean thing may leave a bad impression for me to see,

It may be your last chance to gain a friend, So next time you see me walk down the hall,

Don't forget to wave to me when you realize I'm your friend,

And every time you do, a little more we will stand tall.