Superhero

Remembering superman,

never dreamed of being him

like most kids;

mostly too consumed with stayinggrounded

never imagined halting bullets,

eyes being holsters of lasers

that melt the heart,

never wanted to interrupt villainy

spin the world in reverse

to mend the broken things

change dreams

chasing screams, nevertheless,

She thinks that I am a superhero

I am not sure why

since I can’t even fly.

 

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