in solitude she weathered the rain
she blessed it, the evidence of pain
washed from her cheeks, the tumult a flood
that drowned the whimpering night in mud
cliffs of glass and solid brick stood calm
impassive, no sign of shame, the harm
committed daily, hourly, so clear
to her alien senses, so clear
the fear of those within: here a wife
beneath a husband’s fist; there a life
destroyed by threats and vile abuse, shell
of a woman lost to drugs and hell
the itch to tear it down! shake it up!
let rich and poor drink from the same cup
and taste the bitterness, the despair
poisoning the earth and city air
“I’m Supergirl!” she cried “doomed to see
such crimes against the humanity
I’ve sworn to serve – but what of my rights?
freedom not to see such ugly sights?
“this cruelty’s infectious! I yearn
to cast aside my morals and spurn
their rules and laws; no one else obeys
why should I do what another says?”
rain and tears washed Kara off to sleep
till sunlight broke through dawn’s gentle creep
she woke to a subtly perfumed air
a single red rose twined through her hair
Francis James Franklin (Alina Meridon) 
Supergirl is quite the muse.
The planet of your childhood is gone. No one in your life can begin to understand what you are going through. Every day you see and hear people suffering terribly, and even you, with all your power, can do nothing. How do you live with that?
Deeper than I’d realized.
This is really beautiful, Frank. The struggle is wrenching.
For a while, I feared/hoped the TV series would take away my need/desire to write about Supergirl, but the TV series has no interest in examining serious issues, instead throwing grand fantasies and pseudo-feminist sentiments at the plot so thick and fast that the only point of coherence or consistency is the unresolved sexual tension between Kara and Cat… although, watching Calista Flockhart and Melissa Benoist is certainly entertaining.
I didn’t even know there was a tv series. I can’t imagine it being more interesting than your poem. 🙂