Super Us

They told him he wasn’t good enough to be in that position,

so he chose to be at a lower one and rose to be there.

They told her she wasn’t pretty enough to be a model,

so she chose to be a photographer for upcoming models who thought they weren’t pretty.

They told him he could not be a chef,

so he chose to be a businessman and opened a school to train chefs who were then recruited to his hotel.

They told her she could not be a good mother

So she became a caretaker to kids who did not have any mother.

They told him he could not be a storyteller.

So he became an artist who told visual stories.

He and she are not good at all things.

But she and he are excellent at something,

Because they’re the Super Us.

Note: The above poem was inspired by a poetry prompt called Super Blank on Writer’s Digest

Thanks for reading. Do check out other similar stories by me.

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