I’m a Seoul Sister because Koreans
see all people as extended family.
In Korea elderly people are addressed
as Grandmother and Grandfather
Halmoni and Halaboji
they’re given respect by everyone
because all elders are seen as wise.
Where would we all be without them?
We wouldn’t exist.
In Korea among colleagues
slightly older females and males
are addressed as sister or brother
the mind set is about acknowledgement
that we’re all a family
and that with age comes
experience and clarity
a wealth of knowledge to share.
Most Koreans love to sing, dance, eat and drink
a common greeting is, “Have you eaten?”
if you haven’t, they’ll feed you
a feast capturing all tastes:
sweet, sour, salty, bitter, spicy and pungent.
We’re very soulful, romantic and tragic
and we bow with elegance.
I’m proud of my heritage roots
and thankful to be able to represent
the hidden jewel of my mother country
re-translated in North American culture’s
freedom of being and expression
a beloved sanctuary
for the weary and oppressed.
The dream of America still exists
as long as we keep it alive.