#superwoman
i text back in thirty seconds because
i'm scared of what one minute costs.
i've made myself the lighthouse for those who are
tired and lost.
i took an oath i never signed to be
the strongest one in the room.
i am the one who stays awake to
keep the monsters at the door.
but my sky is turning gray
and my cape drags the floor.
(it's hard to be superman when your bones are made of glass,
waiting for someone to notice that this "hero" is failing fast.)
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 5:22 PM UTC
I imagine how I am sitting here
seen from the bridge, with the dark room
behind me, from which the hand
of a ghost could loom for a moment
to give me, out of sight, a push
so that I'll be smashed, like dictators
have it done to opponents
I sometimes dream of it
that I eliminate them and their successors
to take away the repression, I
as an unknown super woman
of humanity
It should happen on a large scale
all in one fell swoop, finally an omnipotence
that nobody can escape
Yes, if that, yes if, if
Nov 27, 2022
Nov 27, 2022 at 2:37 AM UTC
Who can't she be?
The barrel of hope that quenches thirsts
What can't she do?
The blessed palm tree
A versatile soul
A super model touching hearts
Her feet are swift to the place of peace
And with nimble hands
She builds the world
Oh what a marvelous sight!
Seeing the woman in overall
Climbing and busying to build a mansion
Oh what a wonder!
Dragging the net to the shore with a catch
The lady with machete tilling the ground
A sight to behold at the call of harvest
Have you looked for doctors, or seasoned engineers
And not seen her?
Did you search for presidents and ministers and found her not?
Look again but look well now
She stands right by your side
She lives in you
You never knew
And a word or two she may have spoken
Shapes your character
And brings you laughter
Because she is feminine she is considered weak
Because she is a mother
They say she has no time
She is assertive but they say it's
Pride
Her honest cries are hardly noticed
Sincere lamentations left in the dark
Her tears dry out in the open sea
They are lost in a drop, completely forgotten
If only we look deeply in the ocean
If only we look with both eyes open
We would see that crystal drop of water
The ancient mother of daughters and sons
The everlasting breast that gives us milk
She is indeed more than the world can see
Bigger than the world shows
And more powerful than expected
She is human, a unique one
See her as such and treat her well
Harness the beauty of her passions
and save the world
Invest in her patience and see her soar
Know this
And know well
That what women can do,
Others can only try
Looking for a superhuman?
Searching for a powerhouse?
Look for that daughter or sister
Mother or auntie
Find her for a super world!
Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 5:30 AM UTC
To my teacher Mom
To my savior Mom
To my kind Mom
To my trouble shooter Mom
To my simple Mom
To my generous Mom
Wish I were like you Mom!!
To the Mom who has been judged for living a simple life.
To the Mom who never tried to hurt anyone because she knew how it feels like.
To the Mom who thinks herself to be a superwoman and filled our plates with almost all the food from the dishes she had,
Keeping a little, what she called a balanced diet.
To the Mom who has the innate ability to filter out the demeaning words and rather enjoyed what she cherishes.
To the Mom who still believes "Silence is Golden"
And did her job religiously with love whatever be the condition.
But....
I couldn't be like you Mom and been a little outspoken as I have seen your helplessness for long....
And now.....
.......
I wish you were a bit like me Mom!!
Bina Mukherjee
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
She was a great woman
A superwoman
She fought cancer
And won the first round
Alas, cancer found her again
She was defeated this time
She was a great woman
My superwoman
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 7:31 PM UTC
There’s more where that came from
A bleeding heart was only the start,
The tears you cried late up at night,
Sad songs you sang till the morning rose,
Not that you’re weak-but let them continue to speak,
Had your heart broken and your love taken for granted,
Wore a smile every morning and faced the world even when deep down you wanted to pour out your heart and hope it eases the pain,
There’s more where that came from
I’m talking about your fierce,
Your ability to carry the whole world on your shoulders while making it look easy,
Let she be celebrated for her admirable super powers,
For she’s a superwoman
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
It is my destiny
to be a female knight
awakened in a dark tomb
my soul draws drops of the deep sea
up from the earth
into a fountain of love
which lifts me to float
to the light
It is my destiny
to be a female knight, young
without blemish on my soul
which hangs within me waiting
for reports of a distress
too bad
to check off unseen
I must take action
It is my destiny
to be a female knight, I intervene
and impetuously turn the odds
with superpowers
of good will
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 5:28 AM UTC
She wakes up every morning opening those big eyes, those bright eyes, and she immediately put on her super girl cape getting ready to face the day. Oh, man, she is better than Superwoman and Superman together, she is the super girl with teenage power and stuff rocking her own world. One day she wears a dress, the other she wears jeans and converse, but that’s not the point… The point is she wears HOPE, and nowadays H.O.P.E. stands for: Hold On, Pain Ends.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
She rocks her cape with dignity
An air of quiet that leaves many in awe
Her hands itch at the sound of a battle cry
Her guilty pleasure;proving CANT is a myth.
She munches daily on impossible
And looks in awe as the inches of self sacrifice bulge at her waistline.
After all she's been through
Though deemed legendary
Arms toned with the weights of men she has been lifting
Her breast perfect pillows for the weary
Her eyes as round as the globe
Superwoman never learnt
You cant carry the world quite well
If your spine is cracked with the need of being saved as well
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
you are the single most difficult thing
i've ever had the curse of caring for
you're confusing and secretive and indecisive and insensitive
and the way you treat me, no one ever deserves to be treated
and at one point i fell hard
so so hard
yet i knew that they were just games
but why did it seem like i could never win?
it frustrated me like hell
because when i compete, i win
what the hell made you so special
that you could beat me in every single battle?
that i was willing to lose the war to you?
then i became angry
i wanted to take sweet revenge
my heart became cold
and it yearned to break yours
...or I thought it did
you're like that stray piece of hair
that never seems to stay where it should
you dont know where you stand in my life
yet you still barge in like you own it
and up to today i ask myself
why do i let you?
you are nothing great
you are nothing special
you are nothing
to me
and i know that i'm probably lying to myself
but you should know that although im a superwoman
whom you're stupid not to love
i'm getting tired too
and you, my kryptonite,
i will soon be immune to
because darling
i think i'm finally tired of loving you
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
Look into my eyes
They widen and glisten
I can show you the elders’ cries
Through sight, you must listen
Take my hand and walk
Soles silently cringe
Walk on but no talk
What you see is a matrix fringe
Curl your fingers together
Feel the icing on the tangible
Clear your throat, it’s fever
Of frill and lust, the dispensable
Can you see?
Can you hear?
Can you feel?
Speak with yourself –
It is no super than I.
The whispers from the moon
From rabbit’s supper to a drone
Akin to a butterfly from a cocoon
Echoes the sound of ‘Om’
Take a seat, float, know tranquil
Look behind, in front, anywhere
The silence is what remains still
Though entities exist everywhere
Can you see?
Can you hear?
Can you feel?
Speak with yourself –
It is no super than I.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
God made Eve and she is the testimony,
Of what Eve could herself be
The smile on her face, zillion emotions in disguise
The twinkle in her eyes,
only speaks of love no lies
A mother, a sister, a daughter, a wife and her roles multiply,
But dare come a moment when she is out of time,
Keeping her world at the back she always moves ahead
She will laugh and she will cry,
She will burn and she will light up the fire
If only we could be possibly be an inch tall of her will that has no heights,
We would have still given up trying after some time
One Super Woman she is,
an epitome of how godly Eve can be
Thousand tributes may fall short,
but you'll never be less of words
Having one like her in your life,
And you may be writing this again the nth time!
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
He was gone .. with the desolation the disaster had bought. Her heart had poured out along with the numbness flowing in the veins leaving her pale.
taking away the felicity ,she is best known for, like the waves those erase the footprints alongside the shore,Washing away the long walks of joy. Dessension along the years in cold, did not bring back her smile
But it did make her a superwoman he always said she was.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
Today I am superwoman,
I go to three jobs, one meeting, two classes
I wear five hats throughout the day.
I got those lovely eyebags as my trophy.
By being superwoman I accomplish anything,
everything that they told me I couldn't do.
I wanted to be in student government...
the popularity vote told me no but I showed them
I could do that too. They said you can't have everything
and here I am sitting with it all.
In this day of superpowers
I fly from class to job to job to job to meeting to home
but I am the most human today.
I laugh in the face of my fears of failure because I have already gotten on the road to success.
I cry because even I am entitled to a good cry every once in a while.
I am cranky because it evens out the crazy bubblyness that I always am.
I radiate happiness although I am drowning in work
I support and lean on those around me causing a tangled connection of love
In every capacity I am me, happy, sad, lethargic, energized, hyper, lost, leading.
In every Wednesday, I remember that my humanity all in itself makes me just as super human as the next girl or guy.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC