Caraverine

Tara Bange

I really don’t know

What to make of me –

Am I more of a villain

Or just comic book make-believe?

What I want to know is,

If I donned a cowl and bared my teeth

Would you call me Caracalla

Or liken me to Wolverine?

I hope that it’s the latter,

Claws tearing through my skin –

I’m not a people-person

But at least I’d be the heroine.

Admiration and respect

Pretty much guaranteed.

Being super’s what it says,

I doubt you’d disagree.

Though, there is the tiny matter

Of responsibility.

Your life in my hands –

What happens next is up to me.

So, thumbs up or thumbs down

For Wolverine?

I would do it myself

But, God forbid, you mistaken me

For that power-hungry despot

Watching men fight to the death,

Hands covered in blood spots.

I’m not squeaky clean

But I’m not sadistic either

So, I can’t be bad, right?

I can’t be like that Caesar.

I step how far I can

Even if it’s just on square one

But I always try to pick myself up

And try to move on.

See, Wolverine’s like an animal.

Caracalla’s just beastly.

His thirst for blood

Could never be quenched, see.

A hero hides who they are

And I’m great at not being seen.

I’m not a people-person

But would love to be a heroine.

I’ve got my hoodie on

And I’m great at make-believe.

So, let’s just say that I’m not a Caracalla

And leave it be.