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Sophia Khan Poem
I’m bound to a bowl of rusted paint.
Why don’t they relate to my disabled state?
Is it the way I row the boat?
Or is it the way I carry cows and goats?
I will faint,
And they will pray.
But someday…I’ll say,
I won’t duck into their pepper spray.
Cauce, I know the way to Heaven’s gate.
I’m stuck in a fate that keeps my feet astray.
They pluck the thing crawling in the bones of my poster.
She mourns when they make her eat corn.
Torn into a storm
A storm that rips apart the norms.
Worms buzz,
And women fuss
But I’ll still debate the other gate.
They will pray she will stay.
Then everything will turn gray.
Yet eventually the sun will spray across the globe so that every broken hoe will feel releveled by the glow.
They’ll yell,
Go to hell.
Death breaths on the weak so go ring the bell.
They’ll save you from hell,
But they won’t make you well.
The rhyme doesn’t make you dwell
Yet it will still make you unwell.
Everything you have to gain.
Is the thing that caused you pain.
Every shirt you own has its own personal stain.
You watch as their dreams go down the drain.
I’d be swallowing all the pity until it turned into sympathy.
Stars are swinging their legs and singing to the symphony.
But moons are rounded their way to an epiphany.
I have found peace within the industry.
Sometimes everyone thinks differently.
But I still stick with simplicity.
Copyright © Sophia Khan | Year Posted 2025
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Sophia Khan Poem
Cover your mouth and laugh it out.
The world blinks,
Clink, clink.
Every bottle comes with a label.
Every child comes with a mother.
Every person comes with an identity.
Every murderer comes with a motive.
They explain,
They birth,
They express,
And they kill.
But someday will they become the meal?
What if it was reversed?
Would they try to become more diverse?
Or become mentally cursed.
They flex during fitness.
They perplex during interconnectedness.
I am not just a witness.
My life is not just about my midriff.
You read every title.
You drink every bottle.
You nurse every drink,
You curse at the sink.
The dolphin winks.
The president thinks.
Down goes Pink.
Famous people blink.
But someday they'll be nothing but a link.
Copyright © Sophia Khan | Year Posted 2025
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