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we are titans
surviving
while black
is our superpower
we lift broken down
cars
over our heads
and that’s
just a tuesday
we leap
tall buildings
on a single
paycheck
because the universe
gives us
no choice
but the only
glory
is making it
through another day
without dying
or committing homicide
because we’ve run
out of patience
with a world
that has
its foot
on our necks

we are metahumans
without
the colorful spandex
because the drip
is real
and we clean
like that
though
our kryptonite
is hypertension
induced
by a world
that roots
for the supervillain
instead of us
and ain’t that
a bitch
but
we fly around
the city
anyway
because our people
need us

we’re titans
in an age
of villains
and no one
sings our theme song
even though
it’s dope



Gerald L. Coleman is a philosopher, theologian, poet, Science Fiction & Fantasy author, and has a Master’s degree in Theology. He’s served as a Scholastic National Writing Juror, is a co-founder of the Affrilachian Poets, is a Rhysling and Locust Award Nominee, and is a Fellow at the Black Earth Institute. You can find him at GeraldColeman.com.
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