She pirouettes on the world stage,
a dance of defiance, a dance of grief and rage.
Such joy, as she rips the covering from her hair.
The freedom she tastes makes her body light as air.
She leaps, and a breath of the future lifts her higher.
She twirls and tosses her head scarf in the fire.
What grace, what passion, what courage guide her feet!
The hopes of half humanity rise with her in the street.
Dance sister,
with your shackles on the ground.
Dance, dance, dance sisters,
dance the tyrants down!
• Author’s Note: This is a poem for the 2nd anniversary of the Women, Life and Freedom uprising against the murder of Mahsa Amini in Iran.