Amanda Gorman's Powerful Inauguration Day Poem Deserves to Be Plastered on a Billboard

It's official — Joe Biden is the president of the United States and Kamala Harris is the first woman, first Black woman, and first woman of South Asian descent to serve as vice president! To say that Jan. 20, 2021, is a historic day is a huge understatement, but Biden and Harris aren't the only ones celebrating a major milestone. Poet Amanda Gorman had the honor of reciting a piece titled "The Hill We Climb" during the Inauguration Day ceremony, making her the youngest inaugural poet at age 22.

Ahead of the big day, Gorman shared an excerpt of the poem with POPSUGAR in honor of the W.K. Kellogg Foundation's National Day of Racial Healing, which took place on Jan. 19. "I basically wrote a little bit every day, a few lines here and there, and then in mid-January, I just churned out the rest in one day," Gorman said of her writing process. "The ironic thing is I feel like the poem in itself was like a hill I had to climb as a writer!"

Gorman was asked to emphasize the healing power of hope and unity over divisiveness in her impactful poem, and it served as a message of inspiration to many of us. "Finding hope doesn't mean negating the tumultuous nature of this time," she explained. "It means reconciling with it, facing it head-on. And that's what I plan to do in the poem — to walk our wounds, so that we might move towards a bandage."

The poem also contains references to Lin-Manuel Miranda's musical Hamilton, and the composer definitely took notice. Following Gorman's stunning performance, she tweeted a response to praise from Miranda: "Thx @Lin_Manuel! Did you catch the 2 @HamiltonMusical references in the inaugural poem? I couldn't help myself!" Naturally, Miranda caught them and hailed Gorman for her "perfectly written, perfectly delivered" inaugural poem.

You were perfect. Perfectly written, perfectly delivered. Every bit of it. Brava! -LMM

— Lin-Manuel Miranda (@Lin_Manuel) January 20, 2021

Watch Gorman recite "The Hill We Climb" below, then read her poem in full.

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"The Hill We Climb"

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 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.

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.