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

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