Image description: Black background with me sitting on my bed wearing my red flannels jacket and dark brown beret. The video begins with cool black and white (black and white with a little hint of blue tint) and then transforms into colors. I am wearing my red flannels jacket with humble blue squares on it. My beret is still brown and resonating with my face. At the end, my last punchline transforms back to cool black and white, puncuated with "Räk".

Transcript:

I don't think I want to translate my Räk poem with English. But I can be reasonable with cliffnotes. Here's the summary:

Räk.

The speech teacher taught me how to say, "Räk".
I räk'ed, and räk'ed again.

The SEE teacher taught me how to spell rock.
I r-o-c-k-e-d, and r-o-c-k-e-d again.

The ASL teacher taught me how to hit my face so hard with the rock.

Being hit in the face with a rock sprouted rainbows, bringing the colors to my poem.

ASL champ!

Champ.

ASL rock looks like....

The same.