How was I to know
he'd aim at the sky?
Was I supposed to?
Was there a sign?
My only thought:
to stay alive
for my Theodosia.
My foolish pride
didn't see him
aiming for the sky.
Now I'm the villain
in your history.
YOU ARE READING
Hamilton inspired poems
PoesiaThis is from Hamilton the musical, in case you didn't know.
