This poem was a reflection on who we see as our heroes and what it means to be one. Supers was initially inspired by an image of the late Kaptein Hendrick Witbooi, the Namibian chief and, hero. :)
from
In Transit,
released October 28, 2017
Supers
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And she asked me who my hero was
I stood.
For no hero may be spoken of
I sit
Wait, no one sits
“You see I have no heroes”
“I was not saved”
“I needed no saving”
“I was not in distress yelling for someone to take charge of my pain and suffering”
“So my times may become better or less burdensome”
Chorus
Use you power son (x4)
You called them that
You labelled them heroes
You tried convincing them that they too must be praised for doing something that any human would have done
Well, must have done.
Chorus
Use you power son (x4)
They saw unfair eat at the soles of our people
Nibbling at our equality and humanity
Like piranhas
Hungry.
But these heroes
They were starving too
They were starving for right
For now
For ‘let’s get along’
For ‘give us free’
There’s this smile on my face as she stares back at me
“Have I confused you miss?”
Chorus
Use you power son (x4)
She’s convinced that I am
For how can I claim they did not save me?
Because they did no such thing.
They my equality
My knowledge
Chorus
Use you power son (x4)