role reversal
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She had a ruby gemstone hue to her hair
yet became trapped in the shadows because of her name,
and warm, worn-out eyes
from witnessing conniving Cinder,
true to her ashen, dark name,
Do you think avoiding me will make things better?
You should know by now, I’m a real go-getter
I’ll be who I am- screw tradition
I’m a woman, on a mission
I’m a huntress, and you’re the buck I’m having for dinner
