The young poet who stole the show

The Hill We Climb
by Amanda Gorman

One day comes, we ask ourselves
where can we find light in this never ending shade?
the loss we carry at see
we must wade
we braved the belly of the beast
we learned that quiet isn't always peace.
and the norms and notion of what "just is?"
isn't always justice.

And yet, the dawn is ours before we knew it
somehow we do it
somehow we weathered and witnessed
A nation that isn't broken
but simply unfinished.

We, the successors of a country
and the time where a skinny black girl,
descendent from slaves and raised by a single mother
could dream of becoming president,
only to find herself reciting for one.

And, yes we are far from polished
far from pristine
the fact doesn't mean
we are striving
to form a union that is perfect.

We are striving to form our union
with purpose
to compose
a country committed
to cultures,
colors
characters and conditions of man.

And so we lift our gaze
and not to what stands between us
but what stands before us.

We closed the divide
because we know to put our future first
we must first put our differences aside.

We lay down our arms,
so we could reach out our arms
to one another.

We seek harm to none
and harmony to all.

Let the globe, if nothing else
say: this is true!

That even as we grieved,
we grooved.
Even as we hurt
we hoped
That even as we tired
we tried.
That would ever tied together
victorious.
Not because we will never again
know defeat.
But, because we will never again
sow division.

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Dedicated to my former teachers, Rémy Zamor, Roger Gaillard and Roger Jerôme. All three, very influential in their time, they prepared the future. Fearless in face of tyranny, these men were living legends. This book is written in their memory...