This One is for My Fellow Transnational Adoptee Brothers and Sisters from Colombia, and in Reaction to Watching "The Dark Side of Adoption" from the Show "The Traffickers"...
We rise, holding each other up
We are waking up, reaching out to our brothers and sisters
They are out there
We are out there
All those years ago we were no match
We went where you took us
We had no say in the matter
Today we want answers
Today we demand to be heard
We have the right to know
We rise, holding each other up
Our origin is in the same place on earth
Our stories are scattered all over the world
We are scattered all over the world
But we are rising, as we find each other
We are rising, as we are finding out the truth
Together we will hold each other up
You can no longer silence us
All the distance put in between us no longer matters
The fear of being abandoned is tamed
By an unconditional love from those who truly understand
Those who have lived the same experience
And those who have the same questions
We are rising, out of the silence, out of the shadows
We are no longer afraid to be noticed, to stand out, or to be heard
Today we know better than to be scared
Today we are too angry to be scared
Today we are too heartbroken to be scared
We are rising, united, and we will come for answers
You cannot ignore our call anymore
We are the lost children of Colombia
You removed us from our home
But we rise, and as we hold each other up
We WILL find our way back home
Colombia, we will come home.
Written by Amanda Medina
February 1, 2018
PS. We are all in this together!