Poem: For My Sisters

I march for my Christian sisters

My conservative sisters

My Muslim sisters

My Jewish sisters

My spiritual sisters

My agnostic sisters

My atheist sisters…

 

No one woman I support looks the same.

Not all of our beliefs align.

Not all of our experiences align.

But we find common ground on the steps of capitals.

We find common ground in the smiles we give each other,

in the compliments we offer each other…

We know that whatever particular reason we march,

and there are many,

we make the same choice–

we march today!

 

I am grateful for the privilege I have

in this country to march

with those that have a voice,

those that do not,

and even those who don’t want to share their voice with us.

 

I march for all the women in my lineage

that never had the dream of lifting their voice.

I can feel them in my beating heart thanking me,

cheering me on for having conviction and acting on it.

Their views might have never aligned with mine,

but they would look beyond those views and see passion.

They would send their blessing, and they would be proud without condition.

 

One woman explains why she marches, protests, and speaks out for women's rights -- for her sisters.

Photo by Elie Defaria

Vanelis Rivera is a Caribbean girl and embodiment of Shakespeare’s, “And though she be but little, she is fierce” (A Midsummer Night’s Dream III.ii.335). She was born in a hospital that faces the Atlantic Ocean in Arecibo, Puerto Rico, and was raised on the island of St. Croix. An unruly spirit and wayward heart keeps her mind in search of existential wonder. She currently teaches English at the University of Louisiana at Monroe. In the midst of bayou living, she maintains a dedicated yoga and meditative practice, as well as making time to make “big magic” in her film and writing projects. You can fall down the rabbit hole with this spunky yogi on social media or email her at unrulyfoto@gmail.com.

Vanelis Rivera

Vanelis Rivera is a Caribbean girl and embodiment of Shakespeare’s, “And though she be but little, she is fierce” (A Midsummer Night’s Dream III.ii.335). She was born in a hospital that faces the Atlantic Ocean in Arecibo, Puerto Rico, and was raised on the island of St. Croix. An unruly spirit and wayward heart keeps her mind in search of existential wonder. She currently teaches English at the University of Louisiana at Monroe. In the midst of bayou living, she maintains a dedicated yoga and meditative practice, as well as making time to make “big magic” in her film and writing projects. You can fall down the rabbit hole with this spunky yogi on social media or email her at unrulyfoto@gmail.com.

One thought on “Poem: For My Sisters

  • February 9, 2017 at 1:33 pm
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    Empowering! I love the theme of not only acceptance, but true love and respect in this poem. Thanks for spreading love and positivity on the web! It can be hard to find.

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