I Am Neda


Leave the Basiji bullet in my heart,

fall to prayer in my blood,

and hush, father

– I am not dead.

More light than mass,

I flood through you,

breathe with your eyes,

stand in your shoes, on the rooftops,

in the streets, march with you

in the cities and villages of our country

shouting through you, with you.

I am Neda — thunder on your tongue.

– Sholeh Wolpé