Member Poem

My grandma was a superhero,
Fictional in the century where she never existed.
No one really saw her
Except my really old dad
And seven other aunts.
Grandma had a really strong womb
That could hold two babies at a time
Every nine months.
She had whacked Grandpa once,
Twenty five years after getting raped
For the first time.
(That was the last time she had a kid.)
Grandma was a superhero
And had a costume like one-
A red sequined saree,
A part of which she used as a mask-
Hiding her identity under the veil
("Like Spiderman," my brother in Ahmedabad observes)
Grandma had scars
From her battles.
There were few on her face
From all the beating
Grandpa gave her every evening
In heavy dosages
Like a medicine for cancer.
There were a few between her legs
And a few on her breast
That each new kid renewed every year
Like a new years's present.
Grandma fought
With accidents and whiplashes,
She fought burns and beatings
And cleaned up the broken plates
That were thrown at her.
She fought the furnace fire
Raging in the kitchen
Like that monster from dreams
Trying to gulp us in.
She dissolved as a mother,
A wife
And a torn,dusty doormat.
My grandma was a superhero,
Fictional in the century where she never existed.