An alternative title: “How I turned an English assignment into indulging my inner fangirl.”
Here is my poem, “Twisted Mirror,” from the perspective of Angelica Schuyler Church from the Broadway Musical Hamilton.
I would like you to know:
You are the first man I’ve met
That’s witty and perceptive, who
Can match me word-for-word, idea-to-idea
And when I see you,
Ambitious, dissatisfied with life’s givens,
Standards, and traditions.
I see myself.
I see the hidden, overlapping feelings,
Your frustration with common ignorance
Revulsion at the status quo
I sense your burning ambition, your
Desire for change.
I know you, because I know me.
But unlike me
You are given the lucky opportunity to
Indulge these feelings.
I never will
Never can I escape the legacy of my father
The prestige of my husband, of my brothers
My revolutionary zeal is stifled, shackled
By my wealth, class, gender
So, as much as I know
That we were meant to be,
I will stay away,
I must stay away
You ambitious, reckless
Twisted mirror of myself
Are a reminder
Of what I could
But cannot, become.
This is just a draft, what do you think? Are any readers fellow Hamilton-lovers? Please let me know in the comments! xx PAFT