Inauguration Day. January 20, 2021. Just two short weeks since sedition and insurrection rocked the nation’s capitol, we bore witness to the promise of real unity. Real hope in diversity that truly represents the United States of America.
As Kamala Harris made her entrance for the final time as Vice-President Elect, I surprised myself with laughter that brought me to my knees. Tears of relief welled up and blurred my vision, head bowed to the floor as my body released a secretly held tension from years of waiting.
“Today!” I cried.
Kamala Harris. Dr. Jill Biden. Justice Sonia Maria Sotomayor. Andrea Hall. Amanda Gorman. Reverend Dr. Silvester Beaman. Lady Gaga. Jennifer Lopez.
I cried from relief. I cried for hope. I cried for the beauty of representation.
Today, we celebrate and the world celebrates with us.
so who can tell me when the world will end//and life will begin// and all that we know will come to an end//and what we will find when all the present shall pass//and the future will turn to what we ask is real//not what we think should be//because then//only then//will they listen and see//to know the truth//not control the lie//is the way to see through wisdom’s eye