Maya Angelou

Lift up your eyes upon

The day breaking for you.

Give birth again

To the dream.

Do not be wedded forever

To fear, yoked eternally

To brutishness.

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

Very simply

With hope

Good morning.

— Maya Angelou from ‘On the Pulse of Morning’