Everyone thinks I'm Superwoman.
The problem is, I think I'm one, too.
I can round up thieves with lightning speed,
disarm a bomb with my laser beam eyes,
blow away rain clouds to save a wedding,
perform a roadside surgery with x-ray vision,
and fly into space to deflect an incoming meteor
Oh, I can even stop a bullet with the palm of my hand.
All in a day's work. By myself. Who needs Superman?
Until the day Kryponite glows brighter and brighter,
and there is no one to save me because I have always
learned not to depend on anyone who can't do what I do.
I'm sure I'll be just fine on my own. Why wouldn't I be?
Written: 3/1/10
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