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I'm just a simple person, just like the rest
Well, not entirely simple, but nonetheless
It's like society and the media just say what they want
To create new forms of discriminations, that will forever haunt
As if the already existing ones weren't bad enough
They must make sure that you feel flawed,
and make your life tough
I'm just another person; I removed the word simple
People nowadays even get trashed for having a dimple
"HA, it's just a deformity on your face!"
Well, I hope you trip and fall on your own shoelace :)
I'm just another person, with a not-so-great vision
I need glasses, so that I don't squint at the television
It makes my life easier, but the media has made it tough
Their influences and the consequential societal mentality,
has made my childhood rough
Beauty is said to be in the eyes of the beholder
Yet friendship is considered beauty,
when it gives you a shoulder
To cry on, is what I meant
Not literally
I mean it could
Just didn't want to be misunderstood
Why are glasses objectified,
like in The Princess Diaries
Is it not considered dignified
to not want your eyes to get all fiery?
Trust me, I'm just another person;
who needs the help of glasses
Media's interpretation has ruined this too,
to profit their theatrical farces
This is not an appraisal piece
for the object that makes us see well
This is a shoutout to those,
who feel pressurized by this societal shell
To define beauty may be complex,
but it should not be controlled by someone's interest
You're beautiful the way you are,
to have you the world is truly blessed

Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too
Because crying is honesty to your emotions, and honesty is beautiful ;)
Leaves, sticks, and seeds make up this six foot stalk.
Oh, how she blooms before the flashing lights!
Leaving men and women with a stunned gawk.
Oh, you cause the seeds of your kind at night,
to dream of heights they won't reach; how sadly
try the delusional. But in all kin,
is imprinted least a scar on their psyches.
Sacrificial offer in porcelain
is ritually performed by some daily.
If not for fame, glory, or money, then
to mirror fashion people's ideal beauty.
A cyclic mental disease that won't end.
Shhh.. Here she comes! The first, but not the least.
An appetizer for the famine feast!
"‪What has no beginning has no end‬
The Cupid's arrow knows no bend,
Take a deep breath & hold still
Dive inside that seems so little,
Love so pure will find its way
And meet its lover somewhere on the way,
Don't fight this pain anymore
Make it a friend as you swim towards the shore"

(Khan,BA)
09/06/2018
These words were written in reply to Madeleine (Madelei59233215) on Twitter.
Pain is the sweet companion of love and lovers..
Flashing Lights
Pink glow stick on my wrist
Blue on yours
You take my hand and spin me
'round and 'round
We collapse into one another
Being with you is always a win
My favorite boy
My best friend
From dancing at PRIDE
to laying on the couch
We always meld
Near or far
No matter our fights
I'll keep sending my love
Because you send my heart
'round and 'round
For my good friend
This spot,
This is my favorite spot,
On you.
Just this little patch,
Top side of your hip.
Everything good happens right here,
At a party, when I can't stand you not being close,
I grab that spot, and pull it in to me;
All the sudden my best friend is there.
Whenever I'm sad,
All I need is to rap my arm around,
Lay my my hand against it,
And suddenly I'm imbrased.
Swallowed up by love.
When I'm with you,
And I grab you from behind,
That's where I reach.
Imagine,
If this one little spot.
Top of your hip,
Can bring me so much joy, comfort, elation...
Imagine you
All of you
And how much you do for me...
Every day...
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