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Inauguration star Amanda Gorman once told Osceola story

Amanda Gorman recites her poem at the presidential inauguration Jan. 20, 2021. (Image via Library of Congress Facebook)

One of the most talked about moments of the Jan. 20 inauguration of President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris had to do with the reading of a poem.

Amanda Gorman, a 22-year-old from Los Angeles and the first national youth poet laureate, recited her original work “The Hill We Climb” at the event. She is the youngest poet to write and recite a piece for a presidential inauguration. Gorman was chosen to be a part of the festivities by first lady Jill Biden who is a fan of her work.

It turns out one of the pivotal moments in Gorman’s early years involves Seminole chief Osceola.

The San Diego Union-Tribune and other news outlets have reported that while Gorman’s relationship with poetry started as far back as the third grade, it was in the second grade that she had her first foray into public speaking. That was when she gave a monologue to her class in the voice of Seminole chief Osceola.

“I’m sure anyone who saw it was kind of aghast at this 15-pound Black girl who was pretending to die on stage as a Native American chief,” Gorman said to the Union-Tribune. “But I think it was important in my development because I really wanted to do justice to the story and bring it to life. It was the first time that I really leaned into the performance of text.”

Osceola, born Billy Powell, is known for leading a small group of warriors in the Seminole resistance to U.S. removal policies during the Second Seminole War. He was captured and imprisoned in 1837 under a deception offered as a flag of truce.

Osceola died at Fort Moultrie in Charleston, South Carolina, in 1838 – reportedly of an internal infection or malaria.

Meanwhile, interest in Gorman has skyrocketed since the inauguration. She gained 2 million followers on Instagram in one day. People are not only interested in her backstory, but continue to praise her for her poem – which she said is about a country in transition.

“Somehow we 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,” reads an excerpt.

“The Hill We Climb,” by Amanda Gorman

When day comes we ask ourselves,

where can we find light in this never-ending shade?

The loss we carry,

a sea we must wade

We’ve braved the belly of the beast

We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace

And the norms and notions

of what just is

Isn’t always just-ice

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 a 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 we’ll 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 our 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 force that would shatter our nation

rather than share it

Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy

And 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 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 the 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 windswept northeast

where our forefathers first realized revolution

We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,

we will rise from the sunbaked south

We will rebuild, reconcile and recover

and every known nook of our nation and

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

Damon Scott
Damon is a multimedia journalist for the Seminole Tribune. He has previously been an editor and reporter for digital and print media in Florida and his home state of New Mexico. Send him an email at