Not the worst day of the year
It took me nearly 2 hours to get to work, and I arrived with cold wet feet and a headache after Northern line chaos and then had to get all my stuff out of a crate because we'd moved offices, I haven't been paid for weeks and I hate all my winter clothes, but...
It's George Bush's last day in office and Barack Obama is sworn in tomorrow!
So even though I am still scared to the point of tears that some crazy racist bigot who thinks he's the antichrist because he's gifted, brave, thoughtful, liberal and mixed race will try to kill him,
these aren't tears of despair, they're tears of hope on my face.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes, into
Your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Maya Angelou, Inaugral Poem ( extract)