She stops to catch her breath.
Her neatly braided hair undone —
Freely flowing
Unwilling to be chained
Unwilling to be tamed.

She has set out on a solitary journey
This time by cutting off
The shackles of shame
Shoved down her throat
By the civilized society.

She has a steep slope to ascend
But with dreams in her eyes
She climbs one step at a time
Taking the support of a little branch here
A solid rock there
She thrusts herself
Onward and forward
Onward and forward.