For Superman,
Clark Kent
Is the costume.
I look in my
Closet and wonder
What I will
Show the world
Today with
What I wear.
I wonder if
I am the only
One who
Is choosing how
To manipulate
The world
With what I am
Wearing today.
Villains dress
With a certain
Knowingness I think.
They want you see
Only what
They want you
To think.
Sometimes
I think the superheroes
Forget who they
Are
& start
To believe the dull
The costumes
They wear
To hide the powerful
Beings they are,
Are more
Real
Than they
Are.
All clothing
Is costuming.
Being naked
In more ways
Than one,
Is the way to
Shine as the power
Heroes we all are.
Looking in the mirror
And smiling
With love
At the vehicle
For touching
The lives
We do
Everyday.
Our fears
Are the villains
Who live
Inside us all…
& we choose
Who wins.
