America is famed of its multi-templated DNA of bravery , superiority , diversity , super talents ,Hollywood, POETRY and promise . The tumultuous four year iron-fisted rule of Donald Trump was dipped in diplomatic gaffes, political malaise , racial barbarism and moral decadence. And the triumphant but the unanticipated entry of the spiritedly hyped and much-loved political cunning fox Joe Biden into the American political matrix as the 46thpresident of the land of the brave coughs light , sneezes hope and spits promise unto the consciences of many in American citizenry . The Joe Biden Presidential inauguration on the 20th of January 2021 was stitched by roaring song and dance , the usual tradition military parade , raving topnotch speeches, the American national Anthem , the adrenalin-busting anticipated and long awaited speech by the incoming president. Among those that graced this grandiose presidential gig was the prolific youthful poet laureate of America AMANDA GORMAN currently trending on the digital waves not for gracing the event but for her powerful and mind-raving spoken word rendition . Her poetic voice buried deep in the sands of political history, the blisters of violence , the scars of verbal abuse , the rot of political corruption as characterized by Trump presidency . And thus her poem THE HILL WE CLIMB gave Americans a great promise , the light of hope and rays of resilience as they peep into the future holding on to the leadership talent of the newly inaugurated Joe Biden. The opportunity given to AMANDA GORMAN is a water-tight signal as to how the incoming American administration respect young voices , the power of words , freedom of expression and arts culture. Poets remain a strong voice to shape revolutions and their politics .Aluta Continua , AMANDA GORMAN– ( Blurb by Mbizo CHIRASHA).
THE HILL WE CLIMB ( A poem by Laureate Amanda Gorman)
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, 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 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, become the future.
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 of flame and unafraid.
The new dawn balloons 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 (born March 7, 1998) is an American poet and activist from Los Angeles, California. Gorman’s work focuses on issues of oppression, feminism, race, and marginalization, as well as the African diaspora. Gorman is the first person to be named National Youth Poet Laureate. She published the poetry book The One for Whom Food Is Not Enough in 2015. In 2021, she delivered the poem “The Hill We Climb” at the inauguration of Joe Biden.
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