The Birth of a Superhero: The Super Reader
The day I was born, the best
super hero book was published.
My family crowded around that book
in the library, and then I appeared.
They looked at me and assumed
I was a robot toy, but no. I was a boy
with a dictionarial head, and my fingers were book
lights. I smelled of ink and paper from the many
books I read. I arrived in the world with dozens of science
fictions and long chapter books. I was fifteen
inches tall, four inches wide, and four inches in depth.
I had a hoarse and deep voice as if I had been talking
to myself for days on end. I tasted something in my mouth
like factory-fresh cellophane on the new books
coming off the assembly line. The air inside the amazing
circle of curiosity was dense, warm air, and everybody
was sweating. I grew and kept reading
books for the rest of my super hero lifetime.
Ryan, 3rd grade
This poem is featured as part of the 2013 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Please go to www.witsblog.org or www.witshouston.org to learn more.