Sana Arab
Scream, woman.
Scream your silence,
Your throat
And the quiet storm of death
Soaring inside you.
Call for freedom
With the sound of broken pens
And the wails of battered lips.
Free your voice
And don’t be afraid
Not even a little bit
Neither of their stones,
Nor their whips.
Let your screams
Be punches to the mouths
That call you “weak.”
I will not be silent.
You, too, break this chain.
Together, we will roar:
We are not the second sex.
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Read this piece in Persian here.