The Day Freedom Rang

Alone in her village,

she tries hard not to shine.

She fails and she sparkles.

Unsure of the attention.

Does she like it or not?

She decides she does not.

But then she sees that it's fine,

or rather, it doesn't matter.

There is no time to ponder.

It is what it is.

So she let freedom ring,

in the form of a

little red dress.

The day would be remembered.

It was the day that

freedom had rang.