She called me sister

You, who have suffered unthinkable things

From my race and my people;

The loss of your children and language,

The loss of your land and your culture,

The loss of hope

When greedy hands, white hands,

Snatched what they desired;

You, who have walked the path of Job,

Through loss and pain,

Loss and pain,

Loss and pain,

And darkness over the deeps;

You who were robbed,

By my kindred and my people,

The race by which I gain:

You called me sister!

This is the hospitality of Christ,

And to you I give my tears.