дат ис шит, йоWe 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
ма тва от поезията й ли е или от на байдън коронясването?
не че очаквам да е по-различно, ама кой да знае