Call Us What We Carry

by Amanda Gorman

Since the world is round, There is no way to walk away From each other, for even then We are coming back together.

Some distances, if allowed to grow,

Are merely the greatest p...

Hope is the soft bird

We send across the sea To see if this earth is still home. We ask you honestly: Is it? * * *

When we tell a story, We are living Memory.

Remember that fate isn’t fought Against. It is fought for. Again & again.

We write Because you might listen. We write because We are lost & lonely, & you, like us, Are looking & learning.

Because being American is more than a pride we inherit— It’s the past we step into and how we repair it.