Disclaimer: Ah, yes. Don't own X-Men, either the comics or the '90s television show. Oh, and I don't own Disney's The Little Mermaid. And let's not forget that I don't own "Part of Your World."

A/N: Originally completed in February of 2010, together with "Rogue, You Got Me," as I scurried around on a playground full of Disney and Stan Lee. This poem is really meant to portray the television show from the '90s, because unfortunately I haven't been able to read many X-Men comics in my lifetime. Poetry can be so constricting; I struggle to make it come out natural, as this poem probably shows. I hope it doesn't read poorly. Review and tell me what you think!

"Part of Their World"

Look at me fly—isn't it neat?

Wouldn't you think that my joy is complete?

Wouldn't you think I'm the gal, the gal who has everything?

Powers so great, treasures untold—

How many wonders can one mutant hold?

Watching me at it, you'd think, "Sure. She's got everything!"

I've got power and powers a-plenty.

I've got gadgets and whatsits galore.

You want technology? I've got plenty!

But who cares? No big deal.

I want more. . .

I wanna be where the others are.

I wanna see, wanna see 'em loving,

Using that fifth sense of . . . what do you call it?

Touch.

Wearing these gloves, I can't get too far.

Hands are required for touching, loving,

Stroking along down his . . . what's that word again?

Skin.

Out where there's love, out where there's fun,

Out where they're warmed by more than the sun—

Boundless and free.

Wish I could be

Part of their world.

What would I give if I could live

Out of this body?

What would I pay, to spend a day

Warmed by his hand?

But I can't stand

Or understand

All of their "babe" and "hunk" and "hottie."

Cheap and shallow,

Like a fallow

Garden of sand.

And. . . can I not know what the others know?

Askin' my questions and seeking answers:

What's true love's kiss, and how does it—what's the word?—

Feel?

But it's not real. How I yearn

Yearn to explore that land in my turn!

Though I'm still me,

Wish I . . . could be

Part of their . . .

World.