Prologue

Born from a red rose

From infancy to womanhood she rose

Yet, problems grew and arose

Though in a place highly lush with flora, it was thick

The coming of the summer suns flew by, they were quick

Mainly to themselves, the women of the valley would stick

Even in their small groups, they started to form smaller cliques

Playfulness, anger, jealousy, and silence arose in recognition

Then one day strangers from a new land emerged, on an expedition

From a land in which flowers bloom

Moved to a new place to be groomed

Forced to be somebody's bride

Stripped of her old life, stripped of her pride

Motherhood forced upon her when taken into hands

Seeing the cruelty done by the kind of woman and man