Is It Love Or Hate?

In a foreign land
A young woman on her own
Silently dancing through the night
Her red hair is prized
As well as her statuesque beauty
And her pretty face
She speaks to no one
Dancing for money
Gyrating her body to the sound
Contemplating her future
Designing a way out
The past a vagabond dream
Slowly slipping away
Memory is dimmed
Hidden in the shadows
A distant reality
Existence is a cage with no way out
Death is no final exit
Life is within the parameters
The determination on her face
Her smoldering eyes
Is it love or hate?
I think both
Hatred for the limitations of the world
Love bleeding out of her soul
As red as her heart
As fiery as her hair
As radiant as her art
As penetrating as her stare