When I found my superpower,
I couldn’t help but smile.
I smiled when I dug out the costume,
the one I made in case
I ever got a power,
and it still fit.
I smiled when I told my mum,
and she smiled and hugged me,
and told me to do good.
I smiled when I told my friend,
and she smiled with me,
and carried me to town,
using her flying and her superstrength.
Now I walk the tired streets,
and look at people, and smile.
And I tell them:
“You look good today.”
“I like your hat.”
“It will be all right.”
“You can do it.”
And they smile back,
or nod, and feel better.
That?
That is not my superpower.
Anyone can do that.
But they don’t.
They don’t.
My power is to know
who I can smile at,
who I can compliment,
talk to,
look at.
Without fear.