Super HeroesA 3rd grader writes on the back of his notebook
"I love Superman because he wears a red cape and saves the people that he loves. That when he hears the pigeons crying, he knows he has to find a telephone box or else his boxers will burst."
When I was a little girl, my favourite superhero was Spider Man. I thought he was the greatest thing in the whole wide world. He was my hero and my imagination summed him up in places where only my eyes had been directed. I imagined him, breaking in to the class room, shoving desks aside. The teacher would start screaming and the children would watch in awe as Spider Man would give me my own very little red suit and away we would fly!
I memorized his song and sang it all around the house, driving my father crazy.
Spider man. Spider man
Does whatever a spider can
Spins a web, any size
Catches thieves just like flies
Here comes the Spider man
I used the tune to every story, every line, every book that I would ever read.
The worms crawl in
the worms crawl out
The worms play pinnacle on your snout
they eat your eyes
they eat your nose
they eat the jelly between your toes
My sister developed the biggest crush on Spider Man. She visualized him as the ultimate man to one day arrive at her doorstep and sweep her off her feet. We would cackle as we designed her wedding dresses. Her name after marriage. The entrance they would make (always involving the dismemberment of Mary Jane).
But Spider man, there were times when I saw hesitance lurk it's way into your feet. Times when I saw your hand contract heavily backwards in pain. My eyes saw you as the hero you were but my mind acknowledged you in hard times, beaten, surrendered. Broken.
Because, from what I grew into, I know; Super Heroes are not perfect. They carry scars we cannot see, cries we cannot hear. And sometimes, just sometimes a superhero may leave his cape at home. Maybe, when the two trucks collide, there isn't a single telephone booth in a 5 mile radius.
But I believe that a Super Hero will always be around to save the day.
Poetry by Nabeela Altaf
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Written on 2014-08-16 at 22:14
Tags Hero  Love
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