Monologue: derived from Native American history and the British 'Raj' (Work in Progress)

Naked; stripped.
My native cloth stolen , but not forgotten?
You gave me new ones, but the fit made me chafe; I refuse to wear them .
Even my body, spread wide, is now yours it seems-only my heart remains secret.
I'm glad yoour dead.
Blood drips from my fingertips onto your careful maps.
Its time