In death, she found peace

From the not so marvelous life she lived.

Forced into adulthood at an early age,

Forced off the nest before she found her wings.

In death, she found freedom

From slaving for the white man despite her wisdom,

From the chains of an abusive man,

And the famine surrounding her Queendom.

In death, she found happiness.

Just when she thought her life was purposeless.

In death, she ceased her mourning

For no mother should burry her own descendants.