Flame

They won’t tell us about princesses

Who held swords and did win

Only about meek ones

Who considered fighting, a sin

It must be terrifying for them

To think of a Red Riding Hood

Who knew what she was doing when she let the wild in

So, let afraid be her mood

They changed her-story

Into a battle, quite gory

Where we’ll have brave,handsome(tired?) men

And this would be the new history

Dear ‘They’ I know you can

Muffle our voices on the outside

But how will you ever manage,

To completely extinguish the flame inside?