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Hero

I wanted to be a superhero

so I put on a mask

but I could not see.

How could I encourage others

not to fear

when I could not show my face?

 

I wanted to be a superhero

so I put on a cape

but tripped up the stairs.

Why should I wear a cape

when I cannot fly?

 

I wanted to be a superhero

but saw black and white

instead of grey.

What do I do when it doesn’t fit

in one or the other?

 

I wanted to be a superhero

so I had to learn

what justice meant to me

and what it meant to others,

when to lend a hand

and when to take it back.

I had to learn about myself

before I could understand others.

And learn that a hero

is not always seen as such.

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Jun 16, 2012
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