Amanda Gorman the young poet causing a sensation at Biden's inauguration

Young poet Amanda Gorman brought strength and hope to President Joe Biden's inauguration Wednesday with a moving poem that declared the beginning of an "era of redemption" in America and reminded that "there is always light," even in the darkest of times.

At 22 years old, she became the youngest poet to perform at a presidential inauguration yesterday, and her words moved the entire audience.

Gorman rose to fame as a poet at the age of 16 in the city of Los Angeles. Three years later, while studying sociology at Harvard, she became the first national youth poet laureate.

She published her first book, "The One for Whom Food Is Not Enough," in 2015 and will publish a picture book, "Change Sings," later this year. Her work focuses on issues of oppression, feminism, race and marginalization, and the African diaspora.

Amanda, follows in the footsteps of Maya Angelou, Richard Blanco and Robert Frost, who are among five poets who have appeared at previous presidential inaugurations.   

America was moved not only by Gorman's poem but also by performances by Lady Gaga who sang the national anthem and, as a finale, Jennifer Lopez gave a nod to minorities by performing Woody Guthrie's "This Land is Your Land" and performing in Spanish a portion of the Pledge of Allegiance: "One nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."

On Wednesday, Gorman recited "The Hill We Climb," in front of the Capitol in bright sunlight, her voice animated and full of emotion; the young poet described her background as a "skinny black girl, descended from slaves and raised by a single mother," who may dream of being president someday, "only to find herself reciting for one." She spoke of the weight of loss the country has suffered, in verses that reflected the fragile state of the country.

His poem has sounded like a breath of relief in the wake of Donald Trump's presidency, and he celebrated the entry into an "era of redemption" of "a country that is not broken, but simply unfinished." "We will never again sow division," he said.

Gorman finished her poem on Jan. 6, the day the Capitol in Washington DC was stormed by supporters of former President Donald Trump.

The now first lady of the United States, Jill Biden, was the one who asked to include Gorman in the inauguration ceremony after seeing a video of a recital the young woman had performed in Washington, the New York Times reveals.

Gorman read the poem, "The Hill We Climb," which speaks of the unity of the people under the administration of the new president, Joe Biden.

Mr. President, Dr. Biden, Madam Vice President, Mr. Emhoff, Americans and the world.

When the day comes we wonder where we can find light in this endless shadow. The loss we carry at sea we must wade. We have braved the belly of the beast. We have learned that tranquility is not always peace. In the rules and notions of what is just is not always justice. And yet the dawn is ours before we know it. Somehow we make it so. Somehow we have weathered and assisted a nation that is not broken, but simply unfinished. We, the successors to a country and an era in which a skinny black woman descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president and 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 our union with purpose. To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man. And that is why we look up not to what stands between us, but to what lies ahead. We close the gap because we know that, to put our future first, we must first set aside our differences. We lay down our arms so that we can reach out to one another. We seek harm for none and harmony for all. Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true. That even as we grieve, we grow. That even as we ache, we have hope. That even as we grow weary, we intend that forever we will be united victoriously. Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.

Scripture tells us to visualize that everyone will sit under his own life and fig tree and no one will make him afraid. If we want to live his own time, the victory will not be in the leaf, but in all the bridges we have built. That is the promise to be glimpsed, the hill we climb if we dare. Because being an American is more than a pride we inherited. It is the past we tread and how we repair it. We have seen a forest that would destroy our nation rather than share it. It would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy. This effort came close to succeeding.

But while democracy may 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 age of righteous redemption. We feared it in its beginnings. We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour, but in it we found the power to write a new chapter, to offer us hope and laughter, so while before we asked, how could we prevail over catastrophe? Now we affirm: how could catastrophe prevail over us?

We will not return to what was, but move forward to what will be a country bruised, but whole, benevolent, but bold, fierce and free. We will not allow ourselves to be intimidated, because we know that our inaction and inertia will be the next generation's inheritance. Our mistakes become their burdens. But one thing is certain, if we merge mercy with power and power with right, then love becomes our legacy and changes the birthright of our children.

So let us leave behind a better country than the one they left us. With every breath that comes from my bronze breast we will lift this wounded world into a wonderful one. We will rise from the golden hills of the west. We shall rise from the windswept northeast, where our forefathers first made revolution. We shall rise from the lakeside cities of the Midwestern states. We will rise from the sun-warmed south. We will rebuild, reconcile and recover in every known corner of our nation, in every corner called our country our diverse and beautiful people will emerge battered and beautiful.

When the day comes, we will emerge from the shadows aflame and unafraid. The new dawn blossoms as we set it free. For there is always light. If only we are brave enough to see it. If only we are brave enough to be it.