Our hearts overshadowed and strange,
Minds clouded and made dumb.
We carry tragedy, terrifying and true.
And yet none of it is new;
We knew it as home,
Even our children
Can’t be kids
It’s a hard time to be alive
And even harder to stay that way.
We are burdened to live these days,
And at the same time blessed to survive them.
This alarm is how we know
We need to be changed –
That we must differ or die,
That we must prevail or try.
So though hate cannot be ended,
It can be transformed
In a love that makes us live.
May we not only mourn, but give:
May we not only hurt, but act;
May our signed right to bear arms
Never blind our sight to shared evil;
May we choose our children over chaos.
May another innocent never be lost.
Maybe everything hurts
Our hearts overshadowed and strange.
But only when everything hurts
May everything change.
Amanda Gorman is a poet and author of ‘The Hill We Climb’, ‘Call Us What We Carry’ and ‘Change Sings’.
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