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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.

There is no such thing as a “rape gene”, that's the stupidest thing i've ever heard. I remember once, I was getting in a debate with one of my friends regarding children born of rape, and she said, “Kids who are born because of rape will grow up wanting to rape others! They should be aborted!” I'm like...hold it...really? That's super offensive and super idiotic, because that's not true. A basic course in psychology will tell you that.

Part of this story I got from my own life story, because my sister and I attended my mother's graduation . She had us right after high school, but still completed college, and is a very successful teacher, so education is something very important to us.

I'm actually in my senior year of high school right now, and unfortunately, my father.( what to call him, he left before we were born, and we haven't seen him since. Idk even know what he looks like) won't be there to see us graduate. Hope he's living it up wherever he is. Can't say i'm too angry at him though, it's too much effort to hold a 17 year grudge. Even a 1 hour grudge is too hard for me.

Also, I wanted to write about how hard it is for mothers to do this, especially with no support, and people thinking that it's shameful to keep their rapist baby's. I for one think it's incredibly brave, and kudos to any woman whose gone through this, because you are a super hero. And kudos to any man whose been able to pick a woman up off of her feet, and foster a child whose been created by such unfortunate means.

And kudos to the kid too.

Hope you liked it! Please do give me your feedback. 

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redridinghood38370 Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2014  Student Artist
I cried 2 tears from this. 2 TEARS!!!!! I never cry, so this must have been something inspirational. I LOVED IT!!!
lidsworth Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
I'm glad that you liked it! 
redridinghood38370 Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2014  Student Artist
It was worth reading :3
MewPocky Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2014
Beautiful writing, truly gorgeous and moved me to tears! And I hope you don't mind me saying but, I do believe in a rape gene, or violence gene or any type of gene from parents, including those of sports and mathematics skills. The boy in the story got the fathers looks, but the mothers behavior genes and upbringing. It's the whole nature vs nurture thing, and I believe both play a part. Not every child born of rape will be a rapist, not every child born in a wealthy family will be wealthy either. It's hard to explain, but I see it with my sister and I. We were brought up the same, but clearly she had more of my father's behavioral genes, and I have my mother's. I'm NOT saying people should assume a child will have a rape gene when they are born from rape, all I am saying is that genes and up-bringing are 50/50. And anyone who is strong enough to keep the child is amazing, I cannot dispute that.
lidsworth Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
*sigh* It kills me that you believe in the rape gene, but we all have our opinions. Thank you for the comment though. 
MewPocky Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2014
Your work was truly inspirational, and That's what I should have focused on, my apologies. I hope to read more of your work in the future!

Don't let what I said kill you (even if it's only figuratively meant), I only believe it because I've seen it.
mikal13 Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I cried. This is beautiful.
lidsworth Featured By Owner Oct 2, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Thank you!
TheInfernoVoid Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2014   Writer
I especially don't like when there's those people that go like, "It's my body...." Anyways I like the good use of repetition especially the ending one where it shows that the two of them supported one another- "she whisper in his ear, "Because you're my superhero." Also good job using the correct you're. 
lidsworth Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
I hate the "It's my body" too, which is why I'm never going to be a feminist, because it's all about "My selfishness" It pisses me off. And yes, I loved to show how they supported one another. Thank you for the comment! 
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