Super Orphan by Fatimah Asgh

Today, I donned my cape like a birth
certificate & jumped, arms wide into the sky.
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I know—once there was a man.
Or maybe a woman.
Let’s try again: once, there was a family.
What came first?
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What to do then, when the only history
you have is collage?
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Woke up, parents still
dead. Outside, the leaves yawn,
re-christen themselves as spring.
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Lets try again. Once there was a village
on a pale day, unaware of the greatness
at its gate.
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Today, I woke:
Batman, a king over Gotham.
The city sinning at my feet
begging to be saved.
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The same dream again:
police running after my faceless
family with guns
my uncle leaps into a tulip
filled field, arms turning to wings
as bullets greet him.
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Today, I woke, slop-lipped
and drunk, cards in my hand,
Joker in my chest. Today I woke
angry at the world for its hurt
wanting to make more like me.
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Are all refugees superheroes?
Do all survivors carry villain inside them?
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Today, I donned my cape like a birth
certificate & jumped, arms wide into the sky.
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How else to say I am here?