littleredridinghood
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Little Red
A Peculiar girl
The Wolf
A Monstrous Me
The Woods
No place for little girls
I was there when she first wandered in
The time she met me
The Big Bad
Grandmother dearest,
Do you remember when mother died?
Your only daughter yet you never cried.
Everyone knows how fast the story of the winner spreads, how history is remade and shaped to fit the view of the victors. That law of society is not an exception to the tale of Little Red Riding Hood. Many do not know her true story.
Once there was a little girl
Whose cloak flowed down in red
Carrying for her grandmother
Soups and fresh baked bread
‘Fore she left her mother's house
Once upon a...
NO!
That's not how they always go.
"Slaughter and feast!"
This was the code I grew by,
"Be the beast!"
Why should I?
Try as I might, I felt beaten,
The girl walks home,
alone at night.
Her red hood is pulled over her ears,
to cover any howls she might hear.
She is greeted by unfriendly wolves on the street,
The girl walks home,
alone at night.
Her red hood is pulled over her ears,
to cover any howls she might hear.
She is greeted by unfriendly wolves on the street,
Little Red Riding Hood
walked through the thickened wood,
traveling to her grandma's house
not really thinking about a spouse,
low and behold she caught someone's eye,
but it really wasn't her perfect guy,
I was always jealous of her clothing.
Not because of what she wore,
But due to the magic in her protective red.
Her pale complexion
