Beauty was her name
But deceiving
Were her looks,

Written on the seams
Of her well ironed dress,
Popping from the shine
Of her blood spattered
Lipstick

If I were a fool
Then they would call me a genius -
But because I knew her
I am nothing
But broken

A symbol of hope,
During this trying time.
My Superman.

Honest,
When my world is deceitful.
My Superman.

Forthright,
When others are secretive.
My Superman.

Humble,
When you can be arrogant and proud.
My Superman.

Assertive,
When I go timid.
My Superman.

Regenerative,
After the damage suffered.
My Superman.

Honourable,
When others turn crooked.
My Superman.

Inspiration,
That lifts me after a shutdown.
My Superman.

Respectful,
Even when contempt is felt.
My Superman.

Kind,
Even when you should be inconsiderate.
My Superman.

You may not be able to fly,
But you are the good I can truly believe in,
For you are,
My Superman.