VIDEO: Este es el poema que leyó Amanda Gorman tras el juramento de Joe Biden

La voz de una mujer se hizo escuchar hoy en todo el mundo luego de que Joe Biden jurara como el nuevo presidente de EUA; se trata de una joven de 22 años, una reconocida poeta estadounidense llamada Amanda Gorman quien leyó una parte del poema The Hill We Climb (La Colina que Escalamos).

El poema interpretado por la mujer de 22 años, fue escrito por ella misma en los días posteriores a las elecciones de EUA el 3 de noviembre y aunque hay pasajes que hablan de desastre y división, como los escritos el 6 de enero tras los enfrentamientos en el Capitolio de EUA, decidió destacar los pasajes en los que se habla de unidad y esperanza del pueblo estadounidense.

En el fragmento del poema que recitó, Amanda destaca la esperanza que hoty existe en EUA para que una “niña afrodescendiente criada por una madre soltera, puede llegar a ser presidenta de EUA”.

Destacó que aunque EUA está lejos de ser perfecto, la nación no está lejos de la unidad que es perfecta para construir una nación comprometida con todas las culturas, colores y condiciones del ser humano.

“Cerraremos la división que existe entre nosotros porque sabemos que para poner por delante a nuestro futuro, las diferencias deben hacerse a un lado”, mencionó e indicó que se buscará la harmonía para todos.

“Que el mundo sepa esta verdad pues así como hemos llorado, hemos crecido. Así como hemos estados heridos, se ha mantenido la esperanza. Incluso estando cansados, hemos intentado mantenernos juntos y victoriosos, no porque no volvamos a ver de frente a la derrota, sino porque nunca más sembraremos la división entre nosotros”.

También mencionó que “si estamos aquí para vivir a nuestro propio tiempo, entonces la victoria no estará en la espada, sino en todos los puentes que hemos construido. Esa es la promesa que debemos conservar, la cima que escalaremos solo si nos atrevemos”.

En caso de que quieras leer integro el fragmento leído por Amanda Gorman tras el juramento de Joe Biden, te dejamos aquí la transcripción en inglés:

“When day comes we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never ending shade. The loss we carry asea we must wade. We’ve braved the belly of the beast.

We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace. In 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 our 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 will 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 her 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 forest that would shatter our nation rather than share it. Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy. 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 it 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 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 wind-swept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution. We will rise from the Lake Rim cities of the Midwestern states. We will rise from the sun-baked 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 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.”

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