A page from my journal, inspired by Maya Angelou’s poem “Still I Rise”. 

 

My name is Veronica Maya Farrell. I am biracial.

I am often compared to a dog with terms like “mutt” or “half-breed”. Some days I am too much of one skin color for folks to handle, but most days I am not enough for them.

I Rise.

As a child, I begged for friends but was turned away because my dad was from “Africa” and we had “diseases.” As an adult, there are parts of Georgia I will not drive through because they are painted in flags that scream the message “YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE.”

I Rise.

I try to teach children about Jesus, I try to teach them about love. When I am finished, I weep with fear that they will experience hate from this world, simply for the way they look.

I Rise.

I am easily offended and highly sensitive. I have never had the privilege of not being this way.

I Rise.

I will never be silent about my stance on equality, justice, and people. Even when the church is.

I Rise.

I am angry.

I Rise.

My voice will be heard. I WILL FIGHT.

I Rise.

I will not fight on a Facebook post. I will not entertain ignorance.

I Rise.

Don’t make me reclaim my time.

I Rise.

I will educate myself. I will combat lies with truth from above. I will forgive. I will pray fervently and always. I will choose love over a throat punch because that’s just what Jesus would do.

I Rise.

I will encourage others to take a stand. We do the world no favors by turning a blind eye.

I Rise.

I want to carry the weight of every tribe, tongue, and nation on my back to let them know they are not forgotten.

I Rise.

I will fall. I will tire.

I Rise.

I am falling. I am tired.

But when I feel like I cannot rise anymore, the spirits of my ancestors passed and my children to come, combined with my Savior who connects us all will lift me up and again

I Rise.