Broken Poem by Adams King

Do you know who you are?
O Queen who made you a maid
To serve that which ought not
and be beggars to that you give

Fears, pains, broken hearts
shattered your esteem
Your blur and broken mirrors
Could show you no better reflection

Do you know how special you are
Why keep silent that fact
and mothered miserable thoughts
That murders your self confidence

The beautiful rose, the lillies
The moon and stars you admire
They're are nowhere near you
Nor half your worth and uniquness

Dont be that sun that hid it face
beneath the blanket of the night
Shadows, most times seems monstrous
They are no good a better judge

From that sticky pit of rejection
Pick every clay to mould yourself
For you alone and no one else
Will truly tell you who you are

For men will always negotiate a price
For that which they know is priceless
and those broken by such tactics
become victims of vulnarability