Biden’s Inaugural Poet: Amanda Gorman

Amanda Gorma //
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 braved the belly of the beast.
We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace,
In 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 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 our union with purpose.
To compose a country committed to all cultures,
colors, characters and conditions of man.

And so we lift our gaze
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.
Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,
we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one.

We will rise from the golden 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 sun-baked 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.

Amanda Gorman is a celebrated American poet and activist who gained global recognition as the youngest inaugural poet in U.S. history at President Joe Biden’s 2021 inauguration. Her poetry, including The Hill We Climb, blends themes of hope, resilience, and social justice, inspiring a new generation with its powerful and uplifting voice.

Amanda Gorman’s inaugural poem is a stirring and hopeful piece that captures the resilience of a nation striving toward unity and justice. With powerful imagery and rhythmic grace, it balances honesty about past struggles with an inspiring vision for a more inclusive and compassionate future. She gently acknowledges recent political divisions and unrest, while choosing to focus on healing, unity, and hope for the future.

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