If I had to be a superhero, who would I be?
I sat in the middle of my thoughts, twisting and turning
Trying to mould something magical out of them
I laid there wondering,
Marvel or DC
DC or Marvel
So there I was, floating like an atom waiting for something special to happen
And it did,
Being the genius that I am I created the ultimate superhero
I was a God, yet humbled myself with mortal powers
DC and Marvel and everything in between
I was sculpted with the talent of healing, like Wolverine before they released Logan
I would be able to successfully challenge Thor to picking up his hammer to watch his jaw collapse to the surface of his collarbone.
I blessed myself with the sexual and unrealistic body form of Wonder Woman, while wearing the pretty boy smile of Superman
In honour of my identity and pulling a Sia on the world, I kept my face masked like Spider-Man and Batman and all the other endless superheroes that feel the need to keep their good looks hidden
The superhero I was…
I was simply moi, cheesy ain’t it?
But that was all it took to be a superhero because the world isn’t built on the backs of traders
It’s built, brick to brick, on the backs of slaves.