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When I was small, I picked out an Aquaman action figure Out of a bin at the secondhand store He was missing a leg Most of the paint worn off at his joints But he was brand new to me And what my mother could afford I made up a story About how his enemies had hurt him How he'd defeated them Became stronger Was world reknowned for his powers I loved him and this love fixed his brokenness One perspective change made all the difference I am like this. Not broken, just reimagined.
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
No one wants to play with a broken toy
When I was small, I picked out an Aquaman action figure Out of a bin at the secondhand store He was missing a leg Most of the paint worn off at his joints But he was brand new to me And what my mother could afford I made up a story About how his enemies had hurt him How he'd defeated them Became stronger Was world reknowned for his powers I loved him and this love fixed his brokenness One perspective change made all the difference I am like this. Not broken, just reimagined.
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
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