The Big Bad Wolf

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

This piece is inspired by the trauma undergone by many. It is a humble attempt to depict the moment of truth.

How would you react when you realize the truth of a memory?

While many campaigns are already in place for this issue, it remains a taboo.

I set out to write a story of an innocent little girl

Her smile was the joy of the family

Her lisp was as beautiful as she

She lived in a world of fantasies

Fueled by dozens of fairytales read to her

She lived merrily in the hope of heroes and magical creatures

Her creativity knew no bounds.

She could paint anything and it would turn into her reality

A child as cute as she was adored by everyone

People loved to play with her and make her laugh

They planted kisses on her and pampered her with gifts

 She loved the aunt who bought treats for her every evening

She loved it when her uncle took her to the park

She just loved everyone and loved the attention

She even loved the man who would kiss her where no one else did

He would buy her big chocolates and would take her on horseback rides

She would wait for him happily, the man who never spoke

Fast forward her life 12 years later

She is a big girl now, she's grown beautifully

Today there's a class on a topic that has everyone giggling

The class begins and as it progresses, she is troubled

She gropes into her memories and is left breathless

Like her lungs have forgotten what they're doing

The room fades and she is pushed into a never-ending darkness

Shame overpowers her existence

In a classroom full of giggles, not one noticed her tears and pain

She clamped her lips shut and cried in silence

The truthed dawned on her and made her question her very existence 

What she thought was love was a lie, a sin

She realized now that it had different names

Big words she never associated with herself- molestation, rape

That day, that moment, that class changed her life

She transformed into someone she was not

There was no spring in her step

No charm in her smile

She became secluded and indecisive

She retreated into her cocoon and stayed away from all

She grew weary of new people and forgot how to trust

She did not care for appearance or fashion

People who noticed this change blamed it on puberty 

Little did they know the storm in her mind

No one knew the truth for the truth itself was unspeakable

In all those stories, in all those fairy tales

Never once had she heard of the evil in good men

Never in her wildest thoughts did she suspect

That the man who played with her was in reality, the big bad wolf

Had she been taught then the difference between right and wrong

I would not have had to write her sorrowful song


Submitted: December 16, 2020

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Steven P. Pody

Powerful. Memories of those we love and trust, sadly tainted from perfection. Well written!

Thu, December 17th, 2020 6:54am

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