Jia Chenchlani

*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.