Big Bad Wolf
I’ll huff and I’ll puff
And I’ll blow your house down!
The damage has been done, the pig on the ground
Bruise on her face, the colors of her night gown
The dark of the night is shrouding her
The tears she cries are drowning her
She lays homeless and beaten
Abandoned, forgotten, and mistreated
This is not a fairy tale, by now, you must know
This really happens and the abuser is the wolf
And her self-confidence he has blown
As she lays in the darkness, with no home
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