B4 Columbus

by Wordless

She no longer speaks her native tongue
Her culture cremated
urn broken,
ashes scattered.
Her hair and eyes once midnight
now fade to colors of sand and sky.
Her reddish brown skin now stained with bleach.
Her soul no longer sings of sunshine
Once a young virgin until raped
now an aged whore of the world.
She is a mute paraplegic
staring with dead eyes
looking out the window of what was.
Reminiscing on how it used to be
she hangs her head and cries
ashamed of what she's become.

B4 Columbus by Wordless

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