I spent the last three days at a quiet lake in the Cascade Mountain range of Oregon, near the Pacific Crest Trail. It was a wonderful weekend getaway for myself and sixteen other women. We talked and we listened. We laughed and we cried. We shared our stories, and we shared our hope that we might be able to create the change we want to see in the world.
In the midst of that immersion in sisterhood, I stole away for an hour and penned the following poem. It is for all girls and women everywhere. Whoever you are and wherever you are, please know that if you had showed up in our midst, you absolutely would have been welcomed, accepted and loved. In fact… you are already loved!
by Salina Christaria
My sisters are the women who write the books I read,
My sisters are my neighbors struggling and in need.
My sisters are my grandmothers who toiled at their work,
My sisters are the teacher the waitress and the clerk.
My sisters are the women who long for better days,
My sisters are the next generation showing us the way.
My sisters are the precious babies dressed all in pink,
My sisters are the little girls learning how to think.
My sisters are the suffragists who fought to give me voice,
My sisters are the women in history that proved we all have choice.
My sisters are the young girls trafficked and abused,
My sisters are the submissive wives hurting and confused.
My sisters are the wee ones who never got to be,
My sisters are their mothers whose tears we may not see.
My sisters are the doctors who saved me from death,
My sister is my own mother who fought to give me breath.
My sister is the enemy who I long to make my friend,
My sister is us all, forever, without end.
My sisters are the women who understand my pain,
My sisters are my friends who help me to stay sane.
My sisters make life bearable, my sisters give me joy,
My sisters are amazing women – each the real McCoy.
My sisters are all beautiful, my sisters are all strong,
My sisters are all struggling, but together we belong.
We belong to the race of women,
We belong like three billion peas in a pod.
We belong to each other,
for we are… the face of God.