Alexander Burr
The 2 Founding Fathers who became my 2 Founding Idols (Picture Source:https://stepintorpgs.wordpress.com/2016/02/09/hamilton-and-the-hubris-box-part-3/ )

His name is Alexander Hamilton.
And his is Aaron Burr, sir.
Both men of the past.
Both men of many words.
A daughter to 2 fathers,
I find myself conflicted.
Each having their own perspectives
so monumentally different.
I wish to be them both,
yet I feel caught in between.
So here I go again, feeling hopelessly unseen.
I strive to be Alex, so I write as if I'm dying.
I strive to be Aaron, so I keep being indecisive.
I want to write my way to success.
But I'm unexceptional.
I'm impulsive like Alexander,
Yet like Aaron, an intellectual.
I want to think things through, tackle with precision,
but I'm wasting so much time that I'm drowning in indecision.
I want to jump right in, free myself of repetition,
yet I fear the permanence my actions may have on my reputation.
I write because I'm running out of time.
But I hide because I'm scared what they'll think of me when I die.
I write because I want to leave a legacy.
I can't be forgotten.
Yet I remain silent for fear of being written out of context.
I want to defy society,
yet I silently abide.
I want to contribute to a cause,
yet I refuse to pick a side.
I speak in poetic nursery rhymes and childish limericks,
Yet I want to use my writings to help make a monumental difference.
Alexander is the impulse,
Aaron is my yet.
Alexander is my reaction,
Aaron is my hesitance.
Alexander is my pride, though so little I have.
Aaron is my restraint, telling me to be content where I am.
I hear both of them out, hear them scream and shout.
Wanting to be like both, yet still trying to figure things out.
Even as I go to publish this, my inner Burr restrains my hands.
But I remember Alexander's advice, on taking a stand.
I've realized the first stand you have to take is for yourself.
Because, look around, do you see anyone else?
I go over the draft, asking for critiques.
The Alex in me lends me his words, whilst my inner Burr takes a backseat.
Such two different men.
Such opposite beliefs.
Yet here they are both influencing me.
Their stories are a part of me, my outlook, my beliefs.
Two founding fathers, both fathers to me.



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