Ashlyn Marie

Her name was Ashlyn Marie
With eyes fierce and green
Her features may have been sharp,
But this woman wasn't mean

She worked for an old man in town
Who was racist as they come
Sure she was only half-black
But other's still teased her for fun

They would call her a racist too
And tell her she deserved to die
They would beat her until she was unconscious
But Ashlyn would never cry

Each morning she went to the house
Took care of him until the day was through
Each night she would walk home
But tonight her worst nightmare came true

This night she was attacked
Like she was all the nights before
But this time she didn't make it
She collapsed at her front door

Someone found her that morning
Her fierce green eyes were closed
Her once sharp features were soft
But her smile still arose

Today she is being buried
All the black people gathered and cried
But one person stuck out in the crowd
The old man, for whom she died

He had tears in his eyes as he approached
He asked a man, if he would be so kind
To please tell him what she looked like
He never knew, because he was blind

What a horrible thing they had done
They beat her because she was kind
All this time they called her racist
They were the ones who were truly blind

With a heavy heart and tears
He told the old man of her green eyes
That she was really half-black
And how that brought on her demise

The small town had changed that day
Because of Ashlyn Marie
She paid her life to show them
That racism, just can't be.