Mommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up extremely ill.
A check up at the hospital revealed the worst of news,
revealed that she had a leach inside of her, revealed that in months it would be due.
The boy continued to read, though only what he knew,
he spoke before his class, and his mother's voice cheered him on through and through.
He came in to the world from a broken home,
to a skinny blond mother who was left all alone.
He had his curly hair, she had her golden locks,
he had his dark skin, yet his mother was as pale as a piece of chalk.
Struggling and alone, she worked two jobs,
she fought to stay in school, and returned home after 8 o' clock.
Whenever he got sick, she cooed him to sleep,
and with no money to afford a doctor, she could do nothing but weep.
Daycare was expensive, his was ugly and cruel,
the kids would spread rumors about him, saying, “That kid is evil!”
When the parents came to pick up their kids,
The mothers would hurriedly group together, and hiss, “That's him!”
“I heard that she was forced?” “Why did she keep that thing?”
They would always say, “Poor girl, she was only fifteen! Bet you the monster has the rape gene.”
He didn't understand, what did this all mean?
So the next day his asked his young mother, who told him it meant nothing.
Months went by and she got a third job, and after a while, she secured a stable income.
And away he went from the evil day care, as his mother could afford a better one.
Things got easier, though every once in a while, they asked if he was adopted.
His mother said no, that he was her “baby boy”, and out of the picture, his father was cropped.
Years went by, and she stood on the stage, holding her large diploma.
The tiny boy sat in the alone seat, clapping the hardest in the row.
His mother ran and scooped him up,
she kissed him on the face, and said, “You're my good luck!”
He finished his report before the class, and spoke very politely,
“My mother is my superhero, because she taught me not to take education lightly.”
But what he doesn't know is that without his life,
his mother would have not sufficed her life.
He gave her a purpose after her living hell,
and because of his life, she promised herself that she would excel.
She strove to be a doctor, and a straight “A” student,
but her calling to be a mother became more important.
Late into the night, she taught him how to read,
and though he shared his father's looks, she refused to believe in his “rape gene”.
Curly hair was a new concept with her,
but with books and videos, she quickly learned.
His grandparents would not see him, he was unwanted and black,
and so his mother turned away from her parents, and never looked back.
“Why didn't you abort him?” Her friends would ask as he sat beside his mother.
“Can't you see that he only makes your life harder?”
He remembered his mother spat harsh and nasty words,
never again were her friend's voices heard.
Sometimes he would frighten her as she surveyed his looks,
but she reminded himself that he was her baby, and that he was more than his looks.
She devoted herself to him fully.
Sometimes, she took him to the park, and they watched funny movies.
He laughed like an angel, and was as polite as a saint,
and though she was alone, her son saved her from an untimely fate.
And though she was his superhero, he was just as much her's,
because she proved to him that there could be life after disaster.
The world was their enemy, they would always see him as a monster.
But his mother was his superhero, and would defend him with her all power.
The world wanted him gone, but he would always be her son.
And after years went by, she clapped for him when he reached the podium.
Her parents were absent from her son's graduation,
but the rows were filled with her new family, as a result of her husband.
The two clapped on happily, and were proud of their son,
and as he walked down the podium, into their arms he would come.
The curly haired boy skipped down the stage, he scooped up his blond mother,
and hugged his straight, haired father.
“Thank you for being there,” she whispered in his ear, “Because you're my superhero.”
And with that, the crowds cheered.