This poem from my point of view is racism. Sounds like she's a slave,
"I am the girl
holding their babies
cooking their meals
sweeping their yards
washing their clothes
Dark and rotting
and wounded, wounded."
She was a young girl slave in the beginning but at the end of the poem she was a grown free woman. When she grew up she got healthier and healed.
Imagery: I can picture her being stuck somewhere, having to do work for everybody else.
