Dear Black Adam:
Where gave you gone?
I've been working all day.
Trying to make a nice home.
Your bath is drawn.
Your meal is cooked .
Where are you?
I don't know where to look!
I've looked in prisons, colleges, factories, and fields.
Black Adam I've been searching for so many years!
I've grown tired, tough, and lonely through the years.
I'm getting to the point where I'm forgetting how to feel.
Black Adam at times, I think I see glimpses of you.
I know this cannot be.
I am your black Eve and you weren't with me!
I see you with Brittney, Maria, or Steve,
But you were not with your lovely Black Eve.
Black Adam the years have passed,
It is time to come home.
Back to Eden, and make this house a home.

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Home is where the heart is, maybe Adam will see this, I really liked the way you posed this.

flow on sista flow on

wow...this was a strong message
and so true...
love the way you crafted this piece!
feeling your flow...

wonderful..i enjoy how you follow the road in search of Black Adam..nice scribe sis
Peace
BlueWater:heart: