I've never seen a store that sells me scarlet riding hoods
I've never met a man who needs to meet me in the woods
Why bother with a cape when skin is sold with other goods?
And yesterday's "Don't want to"s are now answered with "You should"s.
Today there are no paths to keep me coloring the line
My body is the flower now; I carry my own wine
We call it liberation, but I sense the same design
If I am all already yours, what part of me is mine?
Created: Mar 22, 2012Michal Document Media