*This is a found poem I wrote awhile ago. The first three lines are taken from Amanda Gorman’s inauguration poem, The Hill We Climb, linked at the bottom of this page.
Somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed
a nation that isn’t broken
but simply unfinished*
We can never be truly broken;
we continue to change
and to grow too
Because as human beings
that is just what we do
We yell and we scream
We are quiet and we are still
We make mistakes in our strive for perfection
never realizing that is in fact what we can find
in the imperfection that is us
So no, we are not broken
and yes, we are unfinished
But one thing we do know:
our hope cannot be diminished
*See The Hill We Climb, by Amanda Gorman, here.
