This is a poem I wrote during my time at Seminar By The Sea about the Queen of Hawaii and how the colonization of Hawaii affected her.
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She cried out to a God,
that she grew to love,
although He was not originally known to her
kin.
Her choker coming to life,
a serpent squeezing tightly around
a delicate neck,
raw impressions
form discolored imprints
slowly closing airways,
her vision turning into whiteness,
A heart fading into the deep
catacombs of her chest.
The mundane
possessions she used to adore,
now guards
that taunt her existence.
The old wooden door
that leads to her chambers
Now morphs into ugly
rusty metal bars
gone mad
As she claws her fingernails
deep into the carvings.
wood hollowed
out with bloody fingernails
red crimson tears dripping down
The door frame
Itching for escape
through the cracks of the floorboards.
Christ suffered,
She is suffering.
Christ was crucified for the sake of mankind,
She was crucified for the sake of her people.
Christ embraced his fate,
She embraced her prison.
Christ rose from the dead,
She will rise from her downfall.
Through the pain
And suffering
Peace will be found.
She forgave the foreigners
their malevolence
she asked Him for their forgiveness
and to lift
them up into the caress of His
wings.
Let peace allow us to take flight
through the pastel skies
of this land
now and forever.
Amama.
