Breaking the Mold
I was nine, told to sit up straight and cross my legs
I was told that all eyes were on me
I was told at stores to never beg
I was told that I had to be
The best version of who I was
That all eyes were watching me
All of this because
My father was Master Chief
I did my best, I worked hard, I did my part
Then I broke the mold
I went ahead and followed my heart
I didn't do as I was told
After years of trials, hard-ships and strifes
I am at this point in my life
I've broken the mold
This poem is about:
Me
My family