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    Amanda Gorman became the youngest inaugural poet in U.S. history at age 22. She recited her poem "The Hill We Climb" which conveyed a message of unity and hope. The poem referenced overcoming adversity, healing divisions, and moving forward together to build a just future. It described how democracy prevailed over threats to its existence and expressed faith that the country could emerge from darkness and difficult times.

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    Amanda Gorman became the youngest inaugural poet in U.S. history at age 22. She recited her poem "The Hill We Climb" which conveyed a message of unity and hope. The poem referenced overcoming adversity, healing divisions, and moving forward together to build a just future. It described how democracy prevailed over threats to its existence and expressed faith that the country could emerge from darkness and difficult times.

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    A Full Transcript of Amanda Gorman's

    Breathtaking Inauguration Poem


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

    By McKenzie Jean-Philippe
    Jan 20, 2021

    ALEX WONGGETTY IMAGES


    On January 20, 2021, Amanda Gorman became the youngest person to
    ever read at a presidential inauguration. The 22-year-old poet laureate
    recited her poem, "The Hill We Climb" to a crowd that included President
    Joe Biden, First Lady Jill Biden, Vice President Kamala Harris, her
    husband Douglas Emhoff, and Barack and Michelle Obama. And fun fact?
    The gold hoops and birdcage ring she wore during her big moment were a
    gift from Oprah herself.

    "I wanted it to be a message of hope and unity. And I think that [the
    inauguration] for me really just underscored how much that was needed,"
    Gorman said on CBS This Morning ahead of her performance. "But to not
    turn a blind eye to the cracks that really need to be filled."

    Below, a full transcript of Gorman's poem that has everyone talking.

    Amanda Gorman's "The Hill We Climb" Poem


    Transcript
    Dr. Biden, Madam Vice President, Mr. Emhoff, Americans, and the world.

    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 it isn't broken,
    but simply unfinished.
    We, the successors of a country and the 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.

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    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 it in its inception.
    We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of 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 benevolence, 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 merged 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, 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 wind swept to Northeast where our forefathers first
    realized the revolution.
    We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the middle Western States.
    We will arise from the sun baked South.
    We will rebuild, reconciled and recover and every known nook over 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 of flame and unafraid, the new
    dawn balloons, as we free it.
    For there was always light.
    If only we're brave enough to see it.
    If only we're brave enough to be it.

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