Alexandra Hamilton

Third Person POV

How does a bastard orphan spawn of a whore and a Scotsman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished in squalor grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

The ten dollar founding mother without a mother got a lot farther by working a lot harder, by being a lot smarter, by being a self starter. By fourteen they placed her in charge of a trading charter.

And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away across the waves, she struggled and kept her guard up. Inside she was longing for something to be a part of. The sister was ready to beg, steal, borrow or barter.

Then a hurricane came and devastation rang. The girl saw her future drip dripping down the drain. Put a pencil to her temple, connected it to her brain, and she wrote her first refrain, a testament to her pain.

Well the word got around. They said, "This kid is insane, man!" Took up a collection just to send her to the mainland. "Get your education. Don't forget from whence you came. And the world's gonna know your name!" What's your name, girl?

"Alexandra Hamilton." She states proudly. "My name is Alexandra Hamilton. And there's a million things I haven't done, but just you wait. Just you wait."

When she was ten her father split. Full of it, debt ridden. Two years later see Alex and her mother bedridden, half dead. Sitting in their own sick, the scent thick. And Alex got better, but her mother went quick.

Moved in with a cousin. The cousin committed suicide. Left her with nothing but ruined pride, something new inside. A voice saying, "Alex, you've gotta fend for yourself!" She started retreating and reading every treatise on the shelf.

There would've been nothing left to do for someone less astute. She would've been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution. Started working. Clerking for her late mother's landlord. Trading sugarcane and rum and all the things she can't afford.

Scamming for every book she can get her hands on. Planning for the future. See her now as she stands on the bow of a ship, heading for a new game. In New York you can make a new name.

The phrase echoes and she responds with a youthful confidence.

In New York you can make a new name

"Just you wait."

In New York you can make a new name

"Just you wait."

In New York you can make a new name. In New York...

"Just you wait!"

Alexandra Hamilton, we are waiting in the wings for you. You never backed down. You never learned to take your time.

Oh, Alexandra Hamilton, when America sings for you, will they know what you overcame? Will they know you rewrote the game? The world will never be the same.

The ship is in the harbor now. See if you can spot her. Another immigrant coming up from the bottom. Her enemies destroyed her rep. America forgot her.

"We fought with her!" Say the Frenchman, the tailor and the Virginians.

"Me? I died for her!" Declares her son proudly.

"Me? I trusted her!" The president laments.

"Me? I loved her!" A collective sigh comes from two men and two women.

"And me! I'm the damn fool that shot her!" The vice president shouts, his voice tainted with regret.

There's a million things I haven't done, but just you wait. What's your name, girl?

Alexandra Hamilton.