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It was like kryptonite
when they said
this is what you need
to know to succeed:
Algebra and trigonometry,
force equals mass times acceleration,
how to spell 'committee'
and conjugate past-imperfect,
Wolfe versus Montcalm,
and who won the war of 1812,
did everything they could
to press the crap
into my half-formed brain.
But it was futile,
another disappointing report card
and I stopped caring
felt the strength drain from my body
my superpower leaving me
said goodbye to leaping tall buildings
bullets bouncing off my chest
and could feel my X-ray vision
begin to dim
went from seeing through walls
to hardly seeing anyone
or anything at all,
these days I can't save a soul from trouble
if you paid me. The world's on fire
and here I sit
a man of steel
in my ice-cold
fortress of solitude
incapable of giving a damn.
3 comments:
We start out as superheroes with superstrength ... and it gets sapped from us as soon as we step foot in school! And then as we enter the job pool, the corporate world, it doesn't get any better. It is a sad reality that our school system and society are breeding grounds for apathy. What's the solution though? What does Superman do after he's been overexposed to kryptonite? How does he regain his Superman qualities? Might there be a more optimistic and empowering sequel to this poem?
Maybe reading (or writing) more poetry?
The antidote!
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