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The Hill We Climb

1/20/2021

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The Hill We Climb

By Amanda Gorman
Jan. 20, 2021

When day comes we ask ourselves,
where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry,
a sea we must wade ...

We've braved the belly of the beast
We've learned that quiet isn't always peace
And the norms and notions
of what just is
Isn’t always justice ...

And yet the dawn is ours
before we knew it
Somehow we do it
Somehow we've weathered and witnessed
a nation that isn’t broken
but simply unfinished ...

We the successors of a country and a time
Where a skinny Black girl
descended from slaves and raised by a single mother
can dream of becoming president
only to find herself reciting for one ...

And yes we are far from polished
far from pristine
but that doesn’t mean we are
striving to form a union that is perfect ...

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

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

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

We lay down our arms
so we can reach out our arms
to one another
We seek harm to none and harmony for all ...

Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even as we grieved, we grew
That even as we hurt, we hoped
That even as we tired, we tried
That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious
Not because we will never again know defeat
but because we will never again sow division ...

Scripture tells us to envision
that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree ...

And no one shall make them afraid
If we’re to live up to our own time
Then victory won’t lie in the blade
But in all the bridges we’ve made
That is the promise to glade
The hill we climb
If only we dare ...

It's because being American is more than a pride we inherit,
it’s the past we step into
and how we repair it ...

We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation
rather than share it
Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy
And this effort very nearly succeeded
But while democracy can be periodically delayed
it can never be permanently defeated ...

In this truth
in this faith we trust
For while we have our eyes on the future
history has its eyes on us ...

This is the era of just redemption
We feared at its inception
We did not feel prepared to be the heirs
of such a terrifying hour
but within it we found the power
to author a new chapter ...

To offer hope and laughter to ourselves
So while once we asked,
how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?
Now we assert
How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us? ...

We will not march back to what was
but move to what shall be
A country that is bruised but whole,
benevolent but bold,
fierce and free ...

We will not be turned around
or interrupted by intimidation
because we know our inaction and inertia
will be the inheritance of the next generation ...

Our blunders become their burdens
But one thing is certain:
If we merge mercy with might,
and might with right,
then love becomes our legacy
and change our children’s birthright ...

So let us leave behind a country
better than the one we were left with
Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,
we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one ...

We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west,
we will rise from the windswept northeast
where our forefathers first realized revolution ...

We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,
we will rise from the sunbaked south
We will rebuild, reconcile and recover
and every known nook of our nation and
every corner called our country,
our people diverse and beautiful will emerge,
battered and beautiful ...

When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid
The new dawn blooms as we free it
For there is always light,
if only we’re brave enough to see it
If only we’re brave enough to be it.
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