“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. 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’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 our 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. 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 forest 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 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 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 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-limned hills of the West. We will rise from the wind-swept 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 in 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. 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.”
Wow thank you for recording this. Would I be too forward in asking if you would kindly email this to me please? Most grateful 💕 Carol@carolsorganickitchen.com
I disagree. The bottom was reached when Putin and his crew sat around the fire and congratulated themselves on how well their boy had learned the "truth". If you don't get it, maybe reach out to Michael Flynn.
Perhaps you are referring to Trump's speech at Andrews? That was a real tear jerker...."I'm the best....stock market....the wall....etc" The only joke was the Trump's walking arm in arm into the plane. Maybe he had to help balance her because the $75000 hand bag was causing her to tip off her French designer shoes. I was hoping someone would check that bag to see whether she was hiding 10000 mail in ballots for Florida.
“For there is always light,if only we are brave enough to see it, if only we are brave enough to be it”
this was so beautifully inspirational. such a queen!
This young Harvard poet, is one to watch. Inspirational, brilliant and honest. Bravo !!
Very Beautifully Spoken and presented. I pray for peace among us and may love prevail and may healing grow and may we be the instrument of peace.🙏🏽❤
“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. 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’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 our 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. 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 forest 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 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 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 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-limned hills of the West. We will rise from the wind-swept 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 in 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. 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.”
Wow thank you for recording this. Would I be too forward in asking if you would kindly email this to me please? Most grateful 💕 Carol@carolsorganickitchen.com
@@CarolFraserNutritionist wrong link im pretty sure
Omg, that was so inspirational 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽💐💐💐💐💐
Wonderful word's I live it
Very well delivered, wow
Excellent!!! These words of wisdom should be inscribed at capital hill.
Fantastic. I have goosebumps. So proud for her.
Absolutely BEAUTIFUL poem. Very relevant and put so well.
Outstanding!!!!!
this gave me chills
Such a beautiful poem and amazing delivery 👏💞💗
So well done...dress words and on and on
Amanda Gorman brilliant
Awesome!
This is a great day. Congrats Joe and good luck in the future
Outstanding.
Wow!!! just wow.
Brillant and beautiful
May God continue to be your light you are just simply amazing. Beautiful poem..
Pretty articulate black woman
Who's from tiktok drumming guy?
Do you think they chose her because she’s black?
Do you think you could ask a less demeaning question?
Why would you say that?
@@tiffany6067 They chose her because she's brilliant!
@@maureenoconnor1266 exactly
The unwieldy editor virtually dry because milk unexpectedly level before a witty ear. frequent, prickly flame
I sense racism in some of these comments 🤚🏽👎🏾
We just started the race to the bottom 🥴.
I disagree. The bottom was reached when Putin and his crew sat around the fire and congratulated themselves on how well their boy had learned the "truth". If you don't get it, maybe reach out to Michael Flynn.
@@bluejay3945 How crooked the system is? Well the game is the same, what changes are the players.🤔🥴
Platitudes for sheep.
Good to see you received your pardon too! Congrats! Hope to see you with Flynn or Bannon down at the watering hole.
Bahhhhhh to you!
Not bigly inspirational like from the orange traitor, huh? Well don’t lose hope - you can still see his MAGA vomit on Parler.
Great way to kickoff bidens presidency
Joke 🤣
Bruh this is not a joke-
Perhaps you are referring to Trump's speech at Andrews? That was a real tear jerker...."I'm the best....stock market....the wall....etc" The only joke was the Trump's walking arm in arm into the plane. Maybe he had to help balance her because the $75000 hand bag was causing her to tip off her French designer shoes. I was hoping someone would check that bag to see whether she was hiding 10000 mail in ballots for Florida.
Blah, blah, blah.
Good Luck to America's new president!
Typical.