Goldilocks, Golden Locs

Beauty runs down her back,

Moving with her every step in the wind,

As the wind smacks her beautiful black skin,

The tears that run down her melanin dries as she runs down North ave.

RUN GIRL RUN!

 

Sweet little Goldilocks was never a thief,

That family had more than enough,

But at the end of the day we all need to eat,

And known of them could understand how life in the village was so rough.

 

Strong little Goldilocks from the village had nothing to lose,

She found herself in a house of wonders and just couldn’t refuse.

How can you blame a little girl with nothing for needing something,

How did she really hurt the family more than they could have hurt her.

 

Maybe Goldilocks was tired of being the prey,

Maybe she wanted to know what it was like to be rich old bears,

Bears that can take things out of a girls home and take everything she has,

Maybe she just wanted to know how it feels to prey on the vulnerable.

 

The village people don’t have anything,

Can’t hardly walk out of the door with peace of mind for their safety,

And the people with the most prey on them,

Without considering the haves vs. the havenots.

 

But nevermind the fact we were all quick to judge desperate Goldilocks,

Out in the village,

Desperate causes turn  for desperate measures,

So survival mode kicks on quick,

Could you imagine a tale like that ?