The Hill we climb.

a Poem by Amanda Gorman.


Mr. President, Dr. Jill Biden,

Madam Vice President, Mr. Emhoff, Americans and The World

One day comes we ask ourselves

“where can we find light in this neverending shade?”





The Loss we carry, a Sea we must wade

We 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 just’ice.


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 in 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 aren’t 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 our arms to one another.


We seek harm to noone and harmony for all –

Let the globe – (we the people),

where nothing else –

say, this is



That even as we grieved we grew

That even as we hurt we hoped,

That even as we‘re tired we tried

That we’ll be forever 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 should make them afraid.


If we’re to live up to our own time,

Then victory won’t lighten the blade,

but in all the bridges we made,




That is the promise to glade,


The hill we climb.


If only we dare it 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,

our History has its eyes on us.




This is the era of just redemption

we feared it 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 laugh or to ourselves,

So while once we ask

“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




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 blenders become their burdens –

But one thing is certain.




If we merge Mercy with might,

And Might with right,

Then love becomes our legacy in change –

Our children’s birth right.


So let us leave behind a Country better

than the one we were Left


With every breath from our bronze-pounded Chest

We will raise this wounded World into a wonderous one.




We will rise from the gold-limb Hills of The West

We will rise from the wind-swept North East

Where our forefathers first realized Revolution.

We will rise from the lake-rimmed Cities of the Midwestern States


We will rise from the sun-baked South

And We will rebuild, reconcile and recover

And every known nook of our nation




in 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

a new dawn

b’llooms as we free it.


For there is always light


if only

we are brave enough to see it.




If only

we are brave enough to be it.


United States of America - 4th of July - flag of independence day.
United States of America – 4th of July, independence day.




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