You are similar.

A free woman is an act of courage, a social challenge, a rebellious song, witchcraft, madness. A free woman frightens even fear itself. She is an adventure, a folk song that stirs the skin, but makes one uncomfortable.

There is no freedom without judgment, without public scrutiny; once achieved, it must be clung to with inner strength, with your very breath, until the last. Once discovered, it can be renounced, but it is not forgotten; it stands out, raises dust, makes one cough.

With willful defiance, and fear in her hand, that woman appears proud, even though inside she is trembling.

The Ignored Freedom

You are born to dwell in the unknown freedom of the earth, where the wind blows, the bird flies, the sea crashes against the rocks, you breathe the freedom you don't know, you live with your involuntary but free heartbeats. You are the nightingale's song, singing a song you didn't know existed.

Freedom Persecuted

You grow, and acquire knowledge you didn't know, that which you inhabited without grasping it, and little by little, if you're not especially careful, the freedom you've discovered slips away; you chase it only to feel it disappear like water through your hands. You are the roar of the lion, rising up to uphold what you've momentarily achieved.