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“Comics Are For Lovers”
Now, I’m not normally one to bitch
Or throw a fit, but I will say this:
When you say that comics are just for kids
I get pissed enough to throw a fist.
It’s clobberin’ time and your future’s Ben Grimm
Since you parted your lips.
I’m also usually not one to wear my pride out on my chest
I think it’s best left on the inside near my breath,
But if you disrespect me for my passion
You best expect me to administer
The type of evil engineering
That would put a grin on the pasty face of Mr. Sinister.
Okay, that’s not exactly true,
But I’ll tell what is:
Comics are not for kids
They are for lovers
And for fathers and their daughters
For yourself and for your mother.
And for investors seeking out exclusive variant covers.
At conventions an investment in the future’s being made
When an item is obtained of which its value will likely triple
Before the seasons even change.
This is not a game.
Because comics aren’t for kids
They are for nerds like me who solemnly pledge:
In brightest day, in blackest night
I swear if I could be a Green Lantern that would be effing tight.
As a lifelong fan of comics I can probably tell you best
That comics aren’t for kids because kids aren’t meant to get
That when the world’s turned upside down by whacked out Scarlet Witch
With her reality altering gifts
There is a moral obligation on the part of those who know the truth
To put that paradise back the way it was
Because it’s not the world in which they were meant to live,
Regardless of whether or not they’re better off.
Or that when Wolverine’s adamantium lacing was ripped right off his bones
He was broken on a deeper level than anyone would ever know.
And for all the years of fighting he hadn’t a single scar to show
All of the pain, the bloodshed, and the seeds he’d come to sow.
I’ve had that issue since I was seven, Wolverine #75,
And I could never figure out why Logan didn’t take Jubilee with him on the road
But now I understand that sometimes in life there are places you just have to go alone.
And even after everything that they had done and seen
There was no force on any world that could save the marriage of Scott and Jean.
And in the end the truth is neither one of them was to blame
I understand that now, after watching my parents going through the very same.
After Jean’s death Scott was strained to strive for more
And I fucking get it now.
Because the loss of someone loved is not a pain I haven’t felt before.
And I want to fucking throw up
When you say that comics are for little boys who can’t grow up
And it makes me sick
To hear that comics are just for kids.
Because comics aren’t for kids
They are for lovers
And for fathers and their daughters,
For yourself and for your mother.
And most importantly, comics are for me.
And if you can’t believe it
Before you say a word I suggest you open one and read it.