Basman Aldirawi

I Was A Superhero

Today, I fantasized 

I was a superhero. 

And yes, before you ask,

I wore my underwear 

over my pants. 

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My name was not Basman 

but BASMAN in shiny letters.

My weapon? Pen and notebook!

My superpower? Truth!

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I practiced facing Sabra, 

that fancier, fitter, whiter

Israeli superhero, so much better

in the eyes of the world.

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Now, we stand face to face.

I have the strongest weapon!

I begin to speak—bold, clear— 

yet suddenly her rocket

obliterates my voice.

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And I am dying.

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