If you had a secret superhero identity, what would it be? Describe a super-hero alter ego of your own creation, including your superpowers and how you got them. 

 

If I were secretly a superhero who and what would I be? Perhaps in a way I already am, a superhero that is.  

 

                               Secret Superhero Identity: "A" 

                          WithSuperpowers of a Mind Reader. 

 

Suppose I had the powers to hear the thoughts of one standing right in front of me without their knowledge. I could return a comment leaving them astounded with the fact that I knew what they had silently been thinking, or I could take it in, and pretend as if I didn't hear anything at all.  

 

Perhaps I woke one day and noticed that all that I was surrounded by was completely different. As I rushed by the people in the crowd I began to notice something strange. It was a certain head voice, unfamiliar to me; each different in its own way,not of my own, coming from the person standing right there. At first, I thought I was going crazy. I began to hit my head with a pretend gavel exclaiming, "sanity check."  

 

By the end of the week, or even early into the next month, ten people could pass by and I could hear the head voice of eight. Unfortunately, what I could hear, was not what one would presume to be an ego-lifter. I began to let their thoughts sink in and grab me somewhere deep. Later, repulsed and down- trodden, I began to yell back in fury. Their thoughts did not match their crooked smile and to say the least, I would have preferred "silence" as they strolled by. Insulted I was. Why did they not like me? And what on earth would give them the notion that I was so deserving of those thoughts, as horrible as each and every one of them proved to be.  

 

Some thoughts were scary and I found myself consumed with fear. Having been intimidated, I would later be forced to lash out verbally in my own personal effort to somehow defend my stance.Some were heart breaking. Those were the days you couldn't stand. "Don’t lose that new dress," I heard one exclaim, but I couldn't afford one."Hope that isn't your left ovary," came from another. And one conniving lady stood before me and said, "You weren't supposed to be able to carry," as if my womb had been stripped and given to another.  

 

And finally all I wanted to do, was to return my gift of mind reading back to its sender - unwanted.  

 

That's what my superpower would be.

                                                               Unwanted.- Cincinnati

 

 

 

 

By Memory Ann Forwalt     [03/05/2016]