From thy mother's womb,
I was once born.
Of flesh and stone,
I was reformed.

As the patio was rebuilt
according to my father's will.
The declaration was signed,
yet the war went on still.

A little gal,
with braids falling down from her hair.
She skipped in the lavender fields,
without even a care.

Yet as time had passed on by,
I am now forced to marry a man.
He has a rich estate and many slaves,
yet thy heart of soul will not love ever again.

But my life is still at dawn,
a fire yet seizes to break out.
Killing many of my father's people,
all I hear are screams, cries, and shouts.

Yet somehow,
God had spared my dear life.
But I had yet not known,
of a hidden danger covered with strife.

I wanted to grow up,
to marry and have children.
Yet that dream had shattered,
as I was diagnosed with a childhood disease.

I was only 18,
and was cursed with thy horror that keep children lied awake
at night.
It leaves people with their eyes pierced open,
with only such fright.

I had what they called,
measles.
And yes it had taken away my life,
the last person I saw was a simple slave.

Even though,
I now lie dead.
I now realize,
that racism is worse than a disease that can spread.

From thy mother's womb,
I was once born.
Now covered in dirt,
I lie cold and torn.

Yet the document is saved,
and most racism is gone.
I can now rest in peace,
as thy peace will not lie alone.

A colonial girl I was,
and a colonial girl I am...
                                                ...Always.