10 Poems by Bedtime: #4

My Hero

My savior is a god no one believes in,

and my hero,

my hero is a 16 year-old girl

on the pages of a comic book

who wears a lighting bolt across her chest

but still stares at the meat in the deli

and gets asked if she has hair beneath the scarf.

Some people don’t believe in representation.

Some people don’t believe in me.

Perhaps they need a hero too.

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1 Comment

  1. This poem is in appreciation of the new “Ms. Marvel” comic book series, in which Ms. Marvel is a Muslim teenager. I just appreciate this comic so much because of its religious representation and diversity, which is not something that is often found in comic books.

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