Colonial Girl (Poem)

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.