King James by Abbi-Ann Cohen
Location
Jamaica
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I was given my own goat,
He was Ram;
In Capri,
At a sizzling Summer Jam.
A soul on fire he took my hand
Together to a land
365 days
a different sand.
I want him because
He wants me
And with aggression
He won
Using strategies
He cooled my mind
He's a man
A man in line
At the right time.
I was sent a goat
A goat for a lamb.
The shepherd smiled,
The sheep is safe.
Now its time to stand,
Look!
Its Abbi Magic
And her King's wand.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world