Half of the comments: **praising her for being so smart.** The other half of the comments. *SHE GAVE ME HOMEWORK.*

“Being American is more than a pride we inherit... It’s the past we step into and how we repair it.”

She gave me English homework

"While we have our eye on the future, history has an eye on us" May we always remember this.

With young people like this America has a future.

It's not just her words, but how she's speaking them. Her hand gestures, eye contact, facial expressions. Already a master of public speaking.

I come back to watch this every once in a while. It helps me get my head out of stupid selfish priorities. This girl is amazing.

She doesn’t only dances with words, but also with her hands.... love this ❣️

Her body language adds a tremendous amount of feeling to her words. Her eyes, her facial expressions - and of course her hands. This is a very special woman.

"we've learned that quiet isn't always peace in the norms and notions of what is "just is " isn't always "justice" WHAT A QUEEN

This poem will forever be my favorite. The lines are so powerful & in a time where it was so hard to describe our experiences with words. She did such a beautiful job & these lines will always be so dear to me.

she gave me english homework and its due today :(

“We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace.” Wow...

"For there is always light if only we're brave enough to see it; if only we're brave enough to be it"

This is the great thing about literary pursuits: learning from it never ends because of people like Amanda.

The only thing I would change is that those giant microphones weren’t obstructing her beautiful face. She speaks and moves with such grace. 💗

“A new light If only we’re brave enough to see it If only we’re brave enough to BE it”

“We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace and the norms and notions of “what just is”, isn’t always Just-ice” Powerful!

Turn on the captions it’s 1000 times better.

I've watched this a bunch of times over the past couple months. Any time I need to be uplifted. My beloved aunt just died of Covid. Thank you Amanda, once again, for helping us endure.

My mom cried after listening to this. I may be a Canadian, but I have family in America. She is talking like a true American.

"While democracy can be periodically delayed, it can not be permanently defeated" Thank God and Amen.

gave me homework🤦🏾‍♂️ due by the end of the day

Imagine taking her on a date "this sandwich is meant for eating, the drink is made for drinking, I shall look and eat" 😂

“The Hill We Climb” Amanda Gorman 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 a union with purpose, to compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man. 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, 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 should make them afraid. If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in in all of the bridges we’ve made. That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb if only we dare it 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. That would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy, and this effort very nearly succeeded. But while democracy can periodically be delayed, but 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 can 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 burden. 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 from 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 sunbaked 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 the 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.

apparently she was born premature and had auditory and speech processing issues,. all i can say is WoW , im speechless , she is the highlight of this event.

She's indeed beautiful her voice, personality and her whole self

I am also a poet. Of course, I'm not worthy to even be compared to the great Amanda Gorman. Her poetic genius is earth-shaking and beyond anything I could ever hope to write myself. Here is a modest little offering of my poetry: I reminisced of a time long ago when I was only twenty years old. I was studying English 101 at the University Of British Columbia in the summer of Eighty-Four. It was at a summer session because I had failed English 101 two years before. A failure due more to my citizenship in a different realm than to the failings of my intellect, aptitude, or the magnanimity of my core. “You have such a poignant and evocative writing style,” wrote my teacher on the short story I had submitted the week before. I had written about a lonely sojourn on a desolate beach in the pregnant moment, When sunset injures day's abandon and grants night the freedom to roam. I had written about the mighty North Shore mountains, Hoary with age and reverberating with an energy ineffable to the mind, But savored by the soul. I remembered how exhausting of mind, but above all of the soul, writing that short-story had been. I tried to reveal my spirit bare and exposed. I tried to destroy the ramparts and blow open the heavy gates shielding my secretive core. But through my exhausting efforts, I had only succeeded in weakening the facade between me and the world, Usually held at arm's length, But through my story then, only slightly nearer yet still remote. There is an essence within everyone hidden in a chamber far beneath the veneer that encrusts our core. We seldom allow it expression beyond just its fractured shadows dancing on an external wall. But if we all dig deep and reach into this secretive chamber, We will, to our astonishment, discover we are all reaching into the same chamber, Not a separate one for each within the all. And then we will grasp each other's same-hand. We all share the same soul. I knew that in the novel of my compulsion I would have to expose this chamber, Ramparts and heavy gates destroyed once and for all. And my novel would then cry out from this collective chamber, And speak for my left and for my right with one voice for all. It would be the ineffable ground of being reaching out to humanity from the navel of Creation, Proclaiming the dawn of a Third Age. It would announce the sunset of the Second Age before this coming dawn. A moment pregnant with change that will forever be remembered in the annals of the Civilization of Man. It would herald a paradigm shift far greater than the Renaissance, Not just an age of reason, but of reason and divinity intertwined as an inseparable whole. I envision the Third Age to be promoting the two primordial dancers, The abstract magical, and the other, its complementary whole. To engage in the Dance and thence unshard into the Eternal Garden from whence we all came forth. They are in Eternity entwined but sharded into the realms of space and time. They are shards of the divine. Would composing such a novel be an arduous journey, Exhausting my body and above all my core? Would I be as a drowning man, Gasping for breath, Kicking and screaming while with futility grasping for shore? But would every paragraph and page exhaust me, Yet also leave me yearning for more? It would, I am sure. This arduous compulsion will also uplift and invigorate me with waves of catharsis and frisson. And I pray dearly for the same in my reader, of soul-piercing joy. If I fail to evoke the same in my audience then I would have failed to breach the ramparts and the gates shielding my innermost chamber, Our collective soul. Only within this innermost shared sanctum can I truly touch someone's soul. And by touching one, I will be touching them all.

Dont say "we need more people like her" ... Say "I need to be like her" ...

She could be reading a recipe for chocolate chip cookies and I'd be mesmerised by her poise and tone

A wonderful reminder of the power of poetry. In an age where we have a thousand ways to communicate, simply standing in front of people and reciting words you've crafted is still the most potent.

All should be equal because God does not support racism, division and inequality. Loving this. Keep it up! "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 a 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"

She's breathtaking. Something about her presence is captivating.

This entire moment, with her on the stage, was one of the most incredible moments in my memory.

Imagine, even as a kurdish guy, who has never been to US, I'm deeply touched and overwoamed by these words of this beautiful, humble, golden evidence of human's ability to increase, to learn, to rise and shine! Everlasting love from Kurdistan for Amanda Gore, and everyone who led, helped and educated her....

She gave me history homework.

Full transcript: 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 just-ice 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 a 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 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 at 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 we 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 from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one 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

I'm a fifty nine year old man and this young Lady made me cry it got to me in my heart she has a new fan.Thank You So Much Amanda You Are Loved.

Miss Gorman, YES! What a stunning woman! What a performance! Those words, big, bold, brave, handed to the world by this confident, talented woman is a hope of a better world in itself! I say bravo and applaud you Miss Gorman, you are going to be great, wrong, you ARE great, and you will be remembered!

Brilliantly written and delivered. The majority of the world could benefit hugely from the message being conveyed.

I'm not even American and I teared up at this. How on earth does this Masterpiece have over 2k dislikes??????

Future English Literature students get ready to study this.

Got English homework because of her 😂

I get goosebumps everytime I hear this. Her vibe is so positive. And I’ve memorized most of it, it’s words still give me goosebumps every 200th time.

As a grown-ass man, I can proudly say this brought tears to my eyes

She will be in the history books, that poem is going to be a permanent part of American history

I could listen to her read out my maths questions from my textbook and I would still be mesmerised by her voice.

Micah 4.... Each will sit under his own fig tree..... And the LORD will reign over them on Mount Zion

Wow..wow..wow am not American but folks I watched it like 100 times. This will go down in history as one of the most memorable moments in presidential inaugurations. So powerful

Damn. I’m not even American and this made me so proud. I’m crying 😭

Liebe Grüße an alle Deutschen die hier englisch Hausaufgaben machen

I really love this video more every time I watch it. Every line is rich and fills me with hope. I love how she says she descended from a slave but now she can even be president. She inspired me to start my channel.

When they first said "Poet Laureate" I thought, ehhh not my thing. Turns out it's my thing, Wow just amazing.

“The new dawn blooms as we free it. For there is always light if only we are brave enough to see it. If only we are brave enough to be it.” -Amanda Gorman’s The Hill We Climb. Beautifully said 👏🏽

🥔 Honestly, I enjoyed this poem and performance. It's sad how much negativity is shown in these comments. Regardless of whether you like this or not, I hope you guys all have a good year! 🥔

Every once in a while I come back to this to recharge hope. So beautiful and moving.

She stole the whole show. Made everyone else look amateur.

This is honestly one of the best speeches I have ever heard.

This girl really should become president one day! I could listen to her every single time, she had me within the first few seconds with that fabulous strength of voice and conviction. Girl, if those who came before you could see you now, they'd be so proud you go here. Keep going! Climb until you touch the sky and don't let anyone steal your thunder!

Spoken Ever So Eloquently. Well said Poet. Poetry is my Passion I am a Poet As Well 🙏🙏❤️

She overcame her speech impediment!!! Just 2 years ago she struggled to say her R's, and now she is just mesmerizing. So great!

I can't help but think what would Dr King say if he was sitting in the front row listening to this genius intellectual woman

Be brave enough to see the light, be brave enough to be it!! Gave me the chills! 🥶

Bless her and her gift Lord, and use it for her good, but Your Glory, in Jesus Holy Name, AMEN.

I'm almost 80 years old, but hearing this speech I could not keep back my tears.

Being American is more than a pride we inherit, it's the past we step into and see how we repair it, DEEP !!!

The downvotes must be from the people that got homework.

„...where a skinny black girl, descended from slaves, raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president“ I‘m looking forward to her Inauguration! :)

"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 just-ice 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 a 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 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 at 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 from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one 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

And just like that, she will forever be remembered in history...

if ur in my english class reading the comments hey hey

She peeled outta there when she was done. She could have held back a moment and taken in the praise she deserved. Humble lady. Moving poem.

Im a retired Marine and I have listened to this about 20 times now. This is what this country needs and her words is exactly how i feel and think this country should be. When you actually served and love this country it makes you feel a certain way because you know that this country can be better for all if we all step up and stop trying to devide and help build bridges 🌉

She got me thinking outside the box to help my daughter with English homework 😳

My nephew had to analyze it in Germany. Second grade. 8 years old.

the voice of the future, a privilege to hear Amanda's words

She shines brightly in a mostly toxic environment. Hopefully her words will not fade into background while the nation festers in the forgotten and downtrodden.

I literally am not mad that I had to do an English assignment on this speech…it’s so beautiful made!! Love her

so beautiful and strong, so upright and clear. What a Soul!

"If only we're brave enough to see it. If only we're brave enough to be it." Amanda, you are a leader and I pray that you inspire future generations to be leaders just like you.

My teacher made us listen to it in class, and we all loved it. Later we found out a parent emailed the teacher angrily asking her why she showed us this, saying it was “too political”. Some people...

Her clear skin is literally goals

wow she glowed and i could hear soft tiny sounds making it sound harmonious and after the video ended... it stopped we need more people like her

Amanda Gorman’s inaugural poem “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 just-ice 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 a 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 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 at 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 from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one 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

A young Maya Angelou, this young lady has quite a future before her.

This girl. As an old person, I celebrate a young person's need to not only be understood as a philosophical young person, but also her recognition of lives and generations before her in a poem/speech/big deal moment. She can't exactly understand all the decades before and after her, but she helps "us" to at least, *look* at *it*. A gift. I hope she goes away to another country and hunkers down for a while.

Can’t stop watching and listening to this. I have watched it for over 50 times. You nailed it! You spoke to the world on that day, not just Americans...

This may sound crazy, but after seeing how STUNNED even famous men were, for the first time, I saw how profound the link is between words and leadership.

She knocked this out of the park...

This gave me chills 👏👏👏 Had to watch it again!

This was 8 months ago.😭😭 I remember watching it live on that beautiful day.

English Teachers from now on and so on: "Class, kindly write a 5-page reaction paper about the speech of Amanda Gorman during the 2021 Inauguration" 🤣🤣🤣

Look at our Daughter America, she is wondrous, courageous, and brilliant. She is the exemplar of what’s to come. God bless her and everything she represents.

Whenever the chips are down for our nation I watch this yet again and mull over Amanda Gorman's words: "...a nation that isn't broken, but simply unfinished. [...] And so we lift our gaze, not to what stands between us, but what stands before us." Such vigorous, youthful genius.

*This child is so talented, and all what she said is true. I bless her with all the power God’s have giving me*

She gets a 100! Even her outfit was perfect! Her words and look are a beacon of sunshine!

I don't know about you, but for me she is the highlight of the whole event.

I really love this poem. I watched this during one of my debate club meetings and that was the first time I saw it. The way she conveys her words is beautifully done and her poem is certainly true to today. Our country is far from perfect but we should do our best to repair it 🥰

She's just 23 and look at her, just beautiful. I want my daughters to look up to her

“Democracy can be periodically delayed but it will never be permanently destroyed “ 🙌🙌🙌👌👌 that is black excellence in every way