And she dreams.
She dreams of equality.
Of love.
And of a world that does not, will not, and cannot hate.
The familiar rumble wakes her from her sleep. Through the window she sees the man, sitting on his motorcycle.
Waiting.
And, without hesitation, she climbs on the back of the motorcycle, and she rides away.
Forever.
Right, or wrong?
Ask her the next time she crosses your path.
She is any survivor.
Signed, a survivor.