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When delivery -room lights on cries mix with sighs
Who knows Thorns of fate hide in genes’lies
Tiny fists clench in swaddle warm light of world out of reach
Cold diagnosis locks childhood in a glass cage
Wheelchair crushes stars crutches pierce moonlight
School gates shut tight (“facilities don’t fit”as excuse)
In career fog resumes get “special”labeled first
Rain soaks dignity count scars in mud
Wind in slum cracks paint off prosthetics
Long queue outside clinic wait for a life -saving drug
Some swallow tears into chipped enamel bowl
Evening as burden marriage becomes bargaining chip (Middle East tribe 缩影)
Shelter’s peeling walls dreams flatline in monitor’s beep
Bed of rare disease can’t shake family’s sigh
In mirror am I “curse”or proof of being
From broken strings variation of fate plays
Someone bites pen to pierce the long night (Hirotada Ototake)
In words bones that never bowed
Use discrimination as fire burn through prejudice net
Prosthetics crush mockery chase light on track (Pistorius)
On slum rooftops set up rehab class (Indian volunteers)
Every wound grows into wings’shape
Future is blank paper we write with tears
Tracks of wheelchair will bloom steel flowers
Glory may be far but palm’s warmth melts ice walls
Every broken soul deserves a torch to hug the sun