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Ororo, Ororo is the palindrome that saved me
Born among the misfits 80’s, the too poor to be punk 80’s,
I read reprints of Giant Size X-men and recognized
the difference between a toll and a token. Fly,
shock, cool breeze, hail, maelstrom, so versatile
was my worship of your controlled weather, it was
no secret I was in love with your life before deity:
lifting wallets in Cairo, (need we even mention Dickens)
for the Shadow King. Claustrophobia was on the same helix
as your X-gene. I, too, feared the matchbox apartments
we crammed ourselves in. Dreaming of being bused
to a magnet school. Gifted on the floor of the X-mansion
and gifted all over my elementary transcripts. Tempest of expectations.
Ororo, Ororo is the palindrome that saved me
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