We are striving to forge our union with purpose. 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.Īnd yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect. Somehow we weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken but simply unfinished. We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace, and the norms and notions of what “just is” isn’t always justice.Īnd yet the dawn is ours before we knew it. It’s doing that in a way that is not erasing or neglecting the harsh truths I think America needs to reconcile with.”īelow, read Gorman’s poem “The Hill We Climb” in full: When day comes, we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade? “But what I really aspire to do in the poem is to be able to use my words to envision a way in which our country can still come together and can still heal. “In my poem, I’m not going to in any way gloss over what we’ve seen over the past few weeks and, dare I say, the past few years,” Gorman told the New York Times ahead of the inauguration.
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