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- Amanda Gorman performed her work “The Hill We Climb” after Joe Biden and Kamala Harris’ swearing-in ceremony.
- Gorman, 22, became the youngest inaugural poet in history.
- “While democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated,” Gorman said.
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Amanda Gorman, the 22-year-old national youth poet laureate, stole the show at the inauguration on Wednesday.
Following President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris’ swearing-in ceremony, Gorman read her poem “The Hill We Climb.”
Gorman is the youngest inaugural poet. Biden – only the fourth American president to have a poet read at his inauguration – and Gorman both have a speech impediment, The New York Times reported.
In 2017, Gorman was named the first national youth poet laureate.
Gorman’s poem received praise from Oprah Winfrey, Stacey Abrams, and Lin-Manuel Miranda.
The Harvard University sophomore said her poetry was inspired by a speech that the Pakistani activist Malala Yousafzai, who is only one year older than Gorman, gave in 2013.
Gorman told The Times in 2017 that Americans could expect her on the ballot in 2036.
"This is a long, long, faraway goal, but 2036 I am running for office to be president of the United States," she said. "So you can put that in your iCloud calendar."
—NBC News (@NBCNews) January 20, 2021
Read a transcription of Gorman's poem:
(Grammar, structure, and exact wording might differ from the poet's written version.)
Mr. President, 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 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 of 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 in 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, with every breath of my bronze, pounded chest we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one.
We will rise through 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. 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 of flame and unafraid. The new dawn blooms 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 in.
