Molly Tha Superhero - Time

She reads

Fairy tales

From a book

That’s what hope, offers

Her mother stays depressed

Washing away worries with soap operas

Her name was molly

Only five years old

Teacher imaginary nostradamus, predicts the little girls jail bait

Father in prison

Mother autistic, only watches television

Polite girl, uncle took her to play b*mper cars

Giving courtesy waves and didn’t tail gate

Molested when she was six

One parent, one child, no one to talk to stalemate

She visisted better worlds with her eyes

Told her mom it was reading

Thought she could cut the problems out by bleeding

Always wearing long sleeves to cover up the scars

During the commercials, mother would try to explain why daddy was behind bars

But everytime she would get to the end

The tv would get her mom side tracked

And molly would go back to her imaginary friend

His name was joe

He’d follow her around wherever she would go

He was the only one to sing her happy birthday

He protected and said he loved her

Even though she didn’t feel worth it for him to say

Teacher thought she was schitzophranic

Joe would often leave but always asked her to stay

She told her classmates she’d be gone by tomorrow and they were to blame

They laughed, ha, and tomorrow came

She cried in her attic

Told her mom she’d kill herself as she tied the rope proper

Through the vent she heard her mother say:

I told all my children you got one life to live

And to follow the guiding light

One day you’ll wake up in a general hospital

When you die, you go to another world

But that’s just the days of our lives

Just before she was going to step of the box, joe stopped her

(you know why? because)

She reads fairy tales from a book

That’s what hope offers

Her mother stays depressed

Washing away worries with soap operas

With soap operas

Now she’s sixteen

Mopping floors making fries with joe at burger king

Still never had a man

Just friends with benefits

Staring at herself in the mirror

Noticing joe’s face and her’s had a resembalence

He would always listen, never asking questions

Catching her tears in her palms, he’d give them back as diamonds

Looked over her, even when she was resting

One day, came home from job

Door slightly cracked, didn’t need to use door kn*b

She saw joe, exstatic and he was glad to say

That in front of the television, her mom passed away

She wondered what did the truth hold

Held back the tears, camoflauging her face as neutral

She ran in her mother’s room

Felt for a pulse, life, empty

Under the bed she found a journal and read the last entry

It mentioned nothing of her daddy in jail

Joe watched as she read patiently

She put her hand over her mouth and screamed as she ran to the bas*m*nt

She, dug all alone with her bleeding fingernails till she found bones

Her mother murdered her father

Who was he?

she had to know

She found a birth certificate in the addict

Mother low life murdering villain

Father, joe

He said, even in the afterlife i’ll still be around

He said thank you and hugged her

Cause her tears in his palm and said he loved her

She reads fairy tales from a book

That’s what hope offers

Her mother was laid in front of soap operas

To this day, she still works at burger king solving mysteries

And i heard she makes a dope whopper