This Bench

Today a woman sat here, on this old wooden bench, lonely in a park. She sat there quietly keeping to herself. Composed in a svelte silhouette, here sat a woman.

Yesterday a woman sat on this bench, she spoke loudly and passionately, her voice resonated through the park and bursting out of the confines of the bushes, here sat a woman.

Tomorrow too, a woman may sit here - she may or may not speak, she may or may not yell, she may or may not be educated, or married, she may not know how to cook, and she could be wearing nothing and she could be wearing everything. She may not even look like what you think a woman looks like, she may not act the way you think a woman should act, but still she will be a woman.