She walks in the street with her head held high without hovering her eyes back at those turned faces. She doesn’t want
this attention but people cannot help it. Her presence is a compliment to them when she smiles towards them. Her
simple long coat that kisses the ground sometimes and everyone knows that she is not delicate. She walks normally
but people treat her like a celebrity. It’s not the garment but the emotion it carries. Her aura is a shield filled with belief,
her every step is a highlight of liberal women. She walks beside the floral flowers in pastel but her emotion speaks
louder that she is not something you can pluck, she is not a bird that you can cage, she is a depiction of Artemis from
the Olympus.