My escape pod crashed,
Into a world of abusers,
Takers and users.
But I see, some superheroes like me:
Lovers and healers.
Givers and feelers.
People with arms opened wide,
who don’t keep their hearts hidden inside.
My fellow heroes with hearts on their sleeves:
Don’t believe them when they say,
“Your heart must be locked away.”
For the abusers,
the takers and users,
Are fearful fools, and tools,
who live in a realm of shadows.
Stand proud, with a puffed chest,
and use your superpowers for the rest.
The courage to face pain with tenderness,
To face fear with love,
is what we do best.
So let your cape flutter as you alight and soar,
above the lost souls of Gotham.