Once upon a time...
Not long ago...
In a land where problems don’t exist and everything is a musical number
They called me...
He followed me through the woods of the hood
Merely because he craved for goodies
Just wanted to dip his tongue in the milk and cookies
And he watched me walk to grandma’s house
Now who’s really afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
He walks down the street and it makes mothers grab the hands of their adult daughters
Not supposed to be near school because the risk of someone’s innocence he could slaughter
Completely perverted, he stares at the behinds young ones
Just a little something to give him some unsatisfactory satisfaction
Every two minutes one Lil Red is assaulted
When he talked to me I panicked
My heart stopped
Shook in my boots
Became hysterical and tried to run
But he grabbed my arm and said
“Hey…can I talk to you for a minute? Where you goin?”
Words and letters had difficulty going from my head to my mouth
And I began to shout out
“I’m going to my sick grandma’s house!”
He already knew my route.
44% of the Big Bad Wolf’s victims are under the age of 18
15% are under the age of 12
The Big Bad Wolf walked behind me waiting to pounce
Lured me into bush behind some house and I went
He opened his arms and held me down
How could I be so naïve?
I bled red
Bruises purple from struggle
His eyes green
I could feel my heart beat right through the tips of my toes and fingers
I felt like I was about to explode
And I screamed but no one could hear me
93% know exactly who the Big Bad Wolf is
Where’s my knight and shining armor?
Where’s freaking fairy godmother?
My genie in a bottle?!
Where are they?
Well the only place I’m sure they’re not
My legs were still wide open from the penetration
But his train had already left my destination
He was gone
And it hurt to walk when I got up…
I bled red
My bruises purple
The sky blue
My purity black
His conscience clean
All the way to Grandma’s house
Now you tell me…
Who’s really afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?