I walked with the lions.
I drank the sunlight that leaked through the trees. I tasted the bitter taste of honey mixed with my sweat. My hips swayed with confidence that I didn't feel. My back was heavy from the loaded of life that I carried.



I walked with the lions. I hold my head high, not letting an ounce of fear that poured through my vein spill through my eyes. I couldn't let the unknown kill my strive. I couldn't let what others thought of me bleed into my mind.



I walked with the lions. My golden crown tilted upon my head while mud and dirt decorated my house dress. Doubt and wearily slowed down my walk. The breeze flows through me, revealing my...