THE HILL WE CLIMB When day comes we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never-ending shade?The loss we carry asea we must wade.Weโve braved the belly of the beast.Weโve learned that quiet isnโt always peace. In the norms and notions of what just is, isnโt always justice
And yet, the dawn is ours before we knew it. Somehow we do it.Somehow weโve weathered and witnessed a nation that isnโt 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