The Hood and the Wolf

Once upon a time, 

She used to live there.

Red used to be a  ghetto girl. 

Now it was just a memory that made her hair curl. 

Red used to love The Wolf, the leader of that gang from long ago. 

The Wolf was gone. 

And so was she. 

Little Red rode on a train,

right out of that place of blood, crips, and pain.

Red got herself out of that place before she got dead. 

She loved The Wolf. 

The Wolf loved her... 

in a different way. 

Red left The Wolf and her hood behind to save herself.

And she was so much better without it. 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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