African Jewel Poem by Adams King

If this skin and race are said to be slaves
Then beauty belongs to slaves
Isn't this jewel too sweet
To be rubbished on the floor
Is she not too beautiful to be treated poor

I know you know not half your worth and stand
For you have been robbed off your pride and land
Where humility and hardship hangs you build your world
Blessed are you poor in the spirit heaven is your kingdom

My African jewel be not distressed or troubled
For I shall take you to a land where stars sparkles
A world fruitful with freedom and fair
Where without being harassed
You can flaunt the beauty of your hair

Have we not suffered much in bondage
From the hands of the guns and whips
Desiring a home where equality never sleeps
For the thought of freedom brightens your visage

You wash your feet with blood, your fave with tears
Sometimes you sit to wonder if heaven cares
If the sun will ever shine to find you asleep
Or if the day could pass without lashes of whips

You seek for that home far buried in your dreams
Where the strength to unbury far faded seems
You wonder when the time will come
When you can decide for your own kingdom

Where that world you desire is, I know
Come with me don't be afraid to
Tarry not to take my hands my African jewel
With you I can build heaven and bear all hell