A girl walks into a comic shop
Her father close upon her heels;
She looks around at all the heroes
Their super sigils on their super chests;
Their glass eyes staring down at her.
These hyper deities are learning us a lesson
In spandex and colored undies of how to be human,
But, there’s a funny thing, a thing that only she can notice:
Where are the heroes that look like her?
Where have all the girls gone?
She looks for them behind the beer bellies,
Behind the balding heads and too long beards,
With ever watchful glasses fogging overhead
Their shorts too short to hide their scabby knees
And much too low to hide their plumber’s cracks.
She makes her way away through shelves
She makes her way anyway
To find the heroines she believes in
She finds the girls, but something’s wrong
They’re in all the wrong places–
They’re under thumbs of mouth-breathers,
Their breath is staining twice used middle spreads
As the girls in handkerchiefs called costumes
Are asking for help instead of taking names
They’re kissing one another instead of doing deeds.
These are not the heroes she wants
These are not the heroes she deserves
Approaching the mouth breathers, she demands they release her friends
They lash back calling her tease and strumpet,
They fling venom and make suggestions on where to go and who to be.
She turns to find her father standing there,
But, he isn’t there, she finds his friends are there
They lock in rows and form up ranks
There’s safety in numbers she learns that day.
They lock up shop and dress her up
In costumes of their making
She wants to wear what she wants to wear,
But the men say differently than her
She’s forced into tiny tights and skintight skin in which her opinion is deferred.
She’s pretty young, but pretty still, and pretty still, but oh so pretty
They pet her hair and pat her privates
They breathe on her and over her and on top of her
She never forgets her father’s friends
She never forgets when she wears a costume of their making
She never forgets when her costume was ripped from her.
She understands how heroines are made not born.
A girl walks into a comic shop.