I wrote this poem a few years ago after marching with my daughters at the Women’s March.

“Women’s March”

We are the peace builders

We are the future

We are NOW

We are the mothers who march for the disappeared each week on the square

We are students and teachers, mothers, and daughters

We are active pacifists

We are lovers, nurturers

We are the granddaughters of the witches they did not burn

We are appalled

We are radiant

We are suffragettes, story tellers

We are nasty

We are pure

We are spring, winter, summer

We will not falter

We are poets, painters

We are the muses

Your hate has brought us here.

We are the women in covered wagons nursing babies

We are Eve, Miriam, Deborah

We are Anna Karenina and Hester Prynne

We are judges, rabbis

In our pockets we have change.

In our handbags

we have Cheerios and dried cranberries.

We are immigrants

We are explorers, map makers, travelers

We are terra incognita

We are Latinas

We are every letter of the alphabet

We are gypsies

We are Amerigo Vespucci naming America

We are navigating the straights of Magellan

We are sisters, resisters

We are “homeful”

We are hopeful

We are Hannah Senesh parachuting into enemy territory

We are the resistance.

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