Eliza Hamilton Dramatic Monologue

Monologue

This was an assignment in my poetry class, and I've decided to share it. It's a monologue from the point of view of Elizabeth Hamilton:

A tragedy as grave as this

Leaves my heart as cold as ice.

Alexander, my love, has left me

This day, left this [earth holy]. A gunshot

Rang out and pierced his flesh.

An immigrant and fighter in

The Revolution, a [father founding]

And shaping hand in this country,

Began as an orphan out on the streets.

Like a gift from the gods, he was given

The opportunity to share and rise.

Think of the others, [may who] be like him,

Desolate of funds yet gifted in ideas.

Poverty is like a moat of quicksand,

Trapping minds, limiting intellect.

I can help children on the street, give them a chance

Like he was given, be their miracle.

Give them a gleam of hope in a sea of dark.

And what about the papers, now

Collecting dust on the shelves?

Shall I let that intellect go to waste?

Chance it that they [see never] the light

Of day? No, I shall [rob the world not]

Of his wise and chosen thoughts and words.

Like a window, I shall let the light shine through.