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Calling all Superheroes!



I go to my office, I sit at my desk.
I type mails on my laptop.
Tip tap tip tap, such sounds the keys make!
Analysis and meetings and arguments and reports;
Inside I am draining, I feel so low.
I feel dizzy, I want to lie down.
I cannot explain to the world,
It is my krypton-
This vitamin D deficiency makes me all woozy.
But I fight it every day,
I am a supergirl, you see!

My best friend is a batwoman.
How is that, you ask.
Oh that’s simple- she wears a mask.
She lost her parents-no, not physically.
But in spirit, they weren’t available emotionally!
They told her she couldn’t do it, she was not smart.
The world said the same, she had a broken heart.
She fought depression for a very long time.
And yet she is now a business woman, totally worth every dime!

There was a little boy I knew,
A boy who lived!
His name wasn’t Harry Potter but he shared the same story
He survived a brutal attack, it was very gory.
The world sneered at him; poor boy had social anxiety.
He was weird, they said.
They laughed at him, left him alone.
He did not have any friend; no, not even one.
But like Harry Potter, his mother’s love saved him.
You see, she truly believed in him.
She knew he was intelligent.
She goaded him on,
He kept to himself but he wasn’t torn.

Supermen, Batmen, Harry Potters are all real,
Look to your left, look to your right,
Oh wait, look inside;
You will find them for sure!
Well, that is what makes superheroes so dope,
They are human, their fights are no soap.
So when you are angry, upset, scared, depressed or stressed
Remember you are Bruce Banner, you are Peter Parker,
You are Steve Rogers,
Oh, come on! You are the king of Asgard!
Make a plan; awaken your super saiyan!
Haha, that rhymes! I guess I am a poetic hero.
Let me try some more.
Don’t be weary,
Write your own super story,
There will be a happy ending,
I promise, dear Harry!
I know you have had enough. Ok, bye!





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