May 22nd: Selfish

The first day after a new year for me I realized things have been/going to/need to change... Yet, I couldn't figure out why they haven't changed by now... I've come up with some questions: So what happens when a superhero, that's so bent on saving everybody else, can't seem to save or do anything for himself? Is it really possible for a superhero to be selfish? Can the world really be mad at him for taking some time away from saving them in order to better his own life? Is it fair?

I have no answers to these questions lol... But they inspired me to post this poem... Enjoy

Superman. Out

Unselfish

Not really sure if it’s a problem
But I have
No concern for me
No time or turn to console me
I’m Selfless

There are other people
In distress
Why put myself before them?
Why bless I when my
Loved ones cry?
I’m selfless

Unfocused on my priorities
My people’s problems
Won’t prosper
Under my authority
I’m selfless

So kind to those
Except my own mind
To the point that I’ll
Let you whip my behind
Then bite my own tongue
And save the time, energy, and pain
Wasted from unleashing the wrath
Of a young black man’s heart scorned
I was born
Not to stand between me and you
And be torn
But to stand at your side
And remove then maneuver
Your thorns
Sacrificially into my existence
This is what makes me selfless

I love the people in my world more
Than I love my self… less
So with that being said
Who’s the one really in distress?
Who’s gonna save the man with ‘S’ on his chest?
Better yet final question
Why, oh why, can’t Superman be more selfish?