It is as if…

I am no superwoman with superpowers
I am ordinary, like you, like them, like her,
I am not super, I am just secondary
Life’s bullets permeate my emotional shield,

too… and they harm…

Sometimes they sap my strength leaving not a trace
They give rise to misgivings creating a vacuum
And, too, I am as vulnerable as a wretch
Life’s unwarranted bias drowns the inner me

sure they do…

How could it be that I can glide amidst turmoil
It is as if I am superwoman but I
Am not superwoman, more a wondering soul
Trapped in this vacuum, unfeeling, helpless, feeble

’tis true, but untrue, too,

That I am trapped, because this is what I wanted
To feel super power, to be extra strong
Invulnerable, callous, unmindful, and cold
More like a zombie, it is as if I can’t feel

It is as if I could care less

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