They tell me I am small, delicate, brittleReminding me though I am grown, I am littleWrapped forever in red, no matter how clothedI’m a creature for sin, as woman I’m loathed.Encouraged to stay cloaked, below a hood I must cowerAs I am an enticement to those who devourAnd I must be vigilant, avoiding the wrathThough it’s my own fault if I stray from the path. I’m warned never to wander, for I’ll come to harmDon’t look too close at things…