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Welcome to Still Rising

My name is Brynne.  I am a survivor of childhood abuse.  This site is inspired by the poem “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou.  A friend of mine gave me a copy of the poem when I was in the beginning stages of my healing.  During my down days, I read “Still I Rise” and it brings me to tears and reminds me that I can still have the power to find the forces within myself and through others to fight the despair and shame that brings me down to my knees.

The purpose of this site is to be a gateway of information for survivors.   Here you will find links to articles, websites, and chats covering the many aspects of abuse and its aftereffects.   I hope that this site will help you find a place of comfort for you while you are embarking on your healing journey, or helping someone else in his or her own healing journey. is having a fundraiser for RAINN.

If you are under the age of 18, please click here for hotlines and websites equipped for young survivors.

What's inside:

Holli Marshall's Mint Green Ribbon Cyber-Petition for the awareness of abuse. In most states the penalty for an adult who rapes a child is twenty years plus —UNLESS that adult happens to be related to the child— in which case the maximum sentence could be PROBATION.

    Still I Rise
    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may trod me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?
    Why are you beset with gloom?
    ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
    Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high,
    Still I’ll rise.

    Did you want to see me broken?
    Bowed head and lowered eyes?
    Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
    Weakened by my soulful cries.

    Does my haughtiness offend you?
    Don’t you take it awful hard
    ‘Cause I laugh like I got gold mines
    Diggin’ in my own back yard.

    You may shoot me with your words,
    You may cut me with your eyes, 
    You may kill me with your hatefulness,
    But still, like air, I’ll rise

    Does my sexiness upset you?
    Does it come as a surprise
    That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
    At the meeting of my thighs?

    Out of the huts of history’s shame
    I rise
    Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
    I rise
    I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
    I rise
    Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
    I rise
    Bringing the gifts my ancestors gave,
    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
    I rise
    I rise
    I rise.

    ~ Maya Angelou

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