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My superpower-
my gift from God-
is the ability to see
everyone else’s weaknesses

sometimes I spot it
immediately
sometimes it takes a few words
or a telltale action
but sooner or later
everyone eventually slips

and I store all your weaknesses
and I wait for the
most opportune time
to cast them upon
my unsuspecting victims

your vanity
and crushing self-doubt
your undersized genitalia
your neglected childhood
I immediately calculate
for later sinister use

because I always need to know
when and where
to strike
because while I appear
modest and mild mannered
I have my moments
of black spinning evil
that overtake me
when I’ll need to lay you out
cold
and I’ll consult
my mental rolodex
and lookup your weakness
and strike with
dispassionate surgical precision

and make no mistake
I’ll know just the right thing
to make you feel small and
worthless
to rob you of your
dignity

I’ll pull down your pants
in front of everyone
or similarly humiliate you
with the perfectly chosen word

but
in all honestly

I‘ve
never employed
this superpower

because
I always see
the scared and quivering humanity
in their eyes
standing before me
and I cannot bring myself
to destroy
that which I cannot repair

I cannot be the cruel
barbarian
that is my birthright

I always succumb to
their silent and invisible tears

and I’ll remember
the sting of humiliation
and shame

and my own
silent and invisible tears

and I cannot bring myself to do it

so while I have the gift
I cannot use it
and thankfully

that is my weakness.


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Comments
on Mar 26, 2007
How clearly we each see the other. How limited we are in seeing ourselves. (mistaking weakness for strength and strength for weakness)
Full of insight and spark as usual. Thanks!
on Mar 26, 2007
Mate,

This piece has left echoes and footprints all over my imagination. Well done again.
on Mar 26, 2007
...and your strength is my weakness, my poet friend.

Full of insight and spark


Exactly. Thanks for opening my eyes to this thing called poetry.
on Mar 27, 2007
Not sure why, but this one reiminds me of the morning after a thunderstorm when colors are too saturated and things are too quiet.
Kind of a metallic peace.
I loved the tension and release.
Well done.
on Mar 27, 2007
Thanks for your comments everyone.

Everytime I think I'm getting a good look into the window of another soul it always turns out to be another mirror.

Keep writing - Moskowitz