She walks up the street
Head down
Hood up
The pavement is her catwalk and the rain is her music
She walks confidently
Taking her time with each stride
Dancing with the wind at her side
They are scared
Scared because her face is unseen
Scared because of the colour of her skin
But she is human
As real and as human as you or me
Yet they move swiftly to the other side of the street
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She continues up the street
She notices a bunch of men behind her
That does not seem to change her manner
But she is aware
Aware of the potential risk
She plans her escape route in case things should go awry
They see her
They laugh and giggle
She notices that too, so her pace increases by two.
They follow her,
and just as she was about to turn the corner
They pass in front of her, smile, and keep on walking.