I Am Poem by Adams King

I'm the angel treated like a devil
I'm the witch accused of killing my man

I'm the shadow of my lover
I'm the voiceless vessel in a home

I'm the slave called a queen
I'm a house keeper and a dish washer

I'm the bearer of a man's heirs
Yet I'm better than a meal maker

I'm the tears hidden in a patient eyes
I'm the bones too weak to fight

I'm the heart that bleeds in love
Sometimes bent against my will for pleasures

I'm the silenced tongue forbidden to speak
I'm a bed warmer a man's comforter

I'm the prisoner with no offenses
My nature is the jail sentence I serve

I'm the prayer of equality never answered
For I was told our maker himself is a man

I'm the soul that seeks for freedom
I'm a wife I'm a mother I'm a woman