When Little Red Riding Hood
Defeats the wolf –
When the lamb becomes the lion –
And the prey becomes the huntress –
Everyone acts surprised
As if they did not see her coming
As if they did not place the salt on her wounds.
As if they did not cut her open, open her wide –
Expect her to swallow her defeat
They should’ve learned
A long time ago
Exactly who she was
You saw the scars
You saw the battle wounds
You knew she survived them
So tell me,
What kind of woman survives this kind of war?
Only a woman who is the war
Who brings the war with her,
Her bare naked feet filled with soot,
Scorched earth between her toes
They tried to pour ice into her lungs –
Tried to keep the truth buried, frozen –
Tried to keep her quiet, but they forgot –
She still breathes fire because she was made from it
You will ask her to bow and she will climb
You will ask her to crawl and she will rise
You will ask her to die and she will be reborn.
You will bury her and she will grow
You should’ve known that
This is not a woman
Who fears the wolf
The wolf fears her
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