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.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