You’re broken down and tired
Of living life on a merry-go-round
And you can’t find the fighter
But I see it in you so we gonna walk it out
Move mountains
We gonna walk it out
And move mountains

And I’ll rise up
I’ll rise like the day
I’ll rise up
I’ll rise unafraid
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
And I’ll rise up
High like the waves
I’ll rise up
In spite of the ache
I’ll rise up
And I’ll do it a thousand times again
For you

There has always been a divide in America.

Now, those who have been stewing behind closed doors, quietly whispering perhaps for fear of being scrutinized over their beliefs, saw a crack in the door and pushed it wide open. The platform of the president-elect gave them a boost to do this without hesitation or regard.

In seeing this, many Americans in opposition attempted to throw penalty flags for foul play, but the momentum of our countryfolk’s hate continued to seethe throughout our nation. Like poison, it had no regard for whom it was infecting.

I’m disappointed in America’s choice.

It is difficult for me to wrap my head around folks being so eager for “change” that they would choose to elect an individual by completely neglecting what it might mean for some in this country. That choosing a straight shooter meant turning their heads to the misogyny, xenophobia, and bullying that alienates the very people the highest position in our great land is supposed to represent and protect.

What’s more is that these countryfolk’s contentment in such hate speech and “looking out for number one” paved a platform for the more extreme terrorists we have to parade without consequence. All by the simple act of turning their eyes away from the fire and those left suffocating in the smoke.

How can America go from the legacy of President Barack Obama, a Nobel Peace Prize recipient, to allowing white supremacists and terrorists a platform and a mic?


Today, so many Americans and citizens of the world are confused and weary. I am not.

It didn’t take this election season to make me aware of what has been going on in America. My heart has been broken several times over on issues of social injustice, misogyny, and xenophobia to become weary now.

This ache, however, is always healed and restored by my constant Hope. The One who is and was and will always be.

So today I stand tall.

This is the world we live in. And while we’re here, there’s work to be done. Yes, this election has set us back from the progress that has been made, but moving to Canada is not the answer. Maybe all of this junk being brought to light is. It’s not the job of people of color or women or those who have lower incomes to do the much needed legwork to rebuild and unify alone. It has to be a collective, intentional effort by all Americans.


So, by standing tall today I’m ready to pray for and inspire you to stay the course. I must continue the legacy of justice set in motion by my retired-Marine father, immigrant mother’s family, President Obama (where my own sweat and tears were shed on the 2008 campaign), and many more who came before and those who fight the good fight today. For my 5 year old niece, our children, you, and our future: I rise.

One thousand times.

xo | Danielle

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