King James by Abbi-Ann Cohen

Location

Jamaica

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

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