We will rise from the gold-limbed
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 sunbaked 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,
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
-- Amanda Gorman
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