>>40076283 (OP)
You will never be a plantation's owners wife. You have no money, you have no land, you have no Negro slaves. A house nigger will never serve you a virgin mint julip as a pickaninny waves a fan in front of you while you stretch out on your fainting couch.
In the end, after a long natural life, you will die a woman. Nobody will lay you down in the land of cotton. When people pass by your grave they will see the gravestone of a Northern woman born and dead in the North. Yankee scum.