A/N: I don't own Superman, Clark Kent, or the original version of this poem by Maya Angelou. I did this for a school project, so sue my English 10 IB teacher if you wanna sue someone. )
Super Man
Other guys wonder what my secret is.
I'm not part of the status quo,
Someone that fits.
When I try to explain, they don't comprehend.
I tell them it's not just about the way I stand.
It's in the reach of my kindness,
The shine in my smile,
The fact that I'm blind,
To what only lasts a while.
Most people don't understand.
'Cause I'm a man.
Superly.
Super Man.
That's me.
I fly into a room, cool as you please,
Save citizens, fully at ease.
They swarm around me, I don't know why.
Probably to meet "that alien guy".
I do unto others, as I'd have done unto me,
And respect everyone's way to be.
'Cause I'm a man.
Superly.
Super Man.
That's me.
I myself don't seem to know
Why I don't have an overgrown ego.
I've got a nice body,
I've got a nice voice,
I'm the envy of all the other boys.
I'm exceptionally strong, this I know,
Even if I wasn't, I'd still fight my foes.
It's in the way I pay attention to the little things,
In the warmth to the room saving the world brings.
In the way I see people, no matter who,
As someone that has feelings too.
'Cause I'm a man.
Superly.
Super Man.
That's me.
Now do you understand,
Why I am this way?
Someone people look forward to see that day?
Though I flounce my qualities for the world to see,
Though I show them to others quietly.
I help those in need,
Whenever I can, lend a helping hand,
Be it as a hero or as Clark Kent.
I don't judge others by their look,
After all, how could I, wearing this suit?
'Cause I'm a man.
Superly.
Super Man.
That's me.