a certain birth
of superheroes,
women stand on our own,
towering over obstacles,
don't ever stop going.
we are the
roots, branches, and leaves
of the same tree,
block letters,
carved into us like lies and truths.
we blow in the wind,
encouraging a breeze.
working,
feeding children,
kissing lovers,
having a drink.
we don't wear capes,
or flashy signs.
we don't need fancy shoes
to walk through life.
superheroes:
more than just
pretty faces.
